Page 78 of Devious Secrets

“No? Why is that?” He tucks the blanket tighter around me.

“It makes it harder to hate you.” My eyelids are heavy, so I close them. I’ll tell him later he can’t keep me. I’ll explain he has to let me go.

And he’s just going to have to listen to me for once.

Rolling pleasure draws me from a deep sleep. My nightgown is pushed up to my hips and my legs are wrapped around Alexander’s shoulders.

Blinking away the sleep, his gaze comes into focus as he looks up the length of my body at me.

“Good morning.” He lifts up from my body just long enough to mutter the words.

“What are you… oh God.” My eyes roll as his tongue flicks across my clit.

His hands slide beneath my ass, lifting my hips from the bed to feast on me as though he’s been starved for a lifetime.

I moan with need as I press up into his mouth. He seals his lips over my clit and strokes it with his wet, hot tongue.

“Alexander.” I fist the sheets at my sides, pushing up at him even more. “Oh, fuck.”

He spreads my ass cheeks a little, sliding one hand between them and pushing a finger against my ass.

“Shhh, baby, let me in.” He kisses the little spot just above my clit as he pushes his finger past the tight ring, into my ass. Slowly, he pushes in and pulls back, while keeping me on the edge of pleasure with his tongue lashing over my clit.

I gasp at the sweet burn as he slips a second finger inside, stretching me as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.

“That’s my good girl,” he mutters against my sex as his tongue swirls over my clit, through my folds, then down to my needy entrance. I can’t help but push up harder at his face.

“Do you want me to fill you there too?” he questions just as he thrusts his tongue inside.

“Oh, fuck. Yes,” I groan.

“Soon, baby.” He fucks my ass faster with his fingers, spreading them and stretching me while he feasts on me. Licking my clit, nibbling, sucking me hard into his mouth.

Rolling waves of pleasure run over my body, drawing me closer and closer to the edge. My skin heats and I’m sure my next breath might be my last. But then he flicks his tongue again, and I’m even tighter. I’m so fucking close to exploding, I can barely register anything other than his touch.

“Come, baby, give me what I want.” He curls his fingers and sweeps his tongue across my clit, sending a shock wave of pleasure through my body as my orgasm rips through me.

Rolling my head to the side, I lie there, catching my breath. Slowly, he climbs up my body and settles beside me, pulling me into his arms and pressing a kiss to my forehead. The scent of my arousal covers his face.

As soon as my mind settles, I reach between our bodies, seeking out his cock, but he grabs my wrist.

“No. Later I will feel your lips wrapped around my cock, but not this morning. This day is special. It’s for you.” He strokes my hair away from my face.

“What does that mean?” I sit up a little. “Why is it for me?”

He’s up to something. Last night when we finally came home from the club, he sent me to bed alone, saying he had business to deal with. I have no idea when he finally came to bed; I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

“You’ve never told me about your hair.” He picks up a lock of the white strands. “It’s not dyed, but there’s no color.”

“My mother had the same thing. She said it’s called poliosis,” I explain with a shrug. “I don’t have any other discoloration on my skin, just those two patches in my hair.”

He runs the back of his hand across my cheek.

“Your mother died when you were just out of high school, but I didn’t find much information on your father.”

I rest my head on his chest. “He disappeared when I was in second grade.”

“What do you mean, disappeared?”

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