Page 86 of Devious Secrets

“Look at me, Megan. Don’t take your eyes off mine.” Once she is looking in my eyes, I drag the straps even lower until the soft cups of the nightgown fall away from her breasts, exposing their beauty.

“I’ve wanted to do this all night.” Releasing the straps, I cup her breasts, lean down and flick my tongue over the peak of one, then move to the other.

“Fuck,” she whispers as her hands rest on my shoulders.

I lick her, teasing the peak to get it harder, then I take it between my teeth, delighting in her hiss as I bring her the sweetest sort of pain. As I move to the other breast, I chance a look up at her.

Her lips are wet from being licked, and suddenly I want to be the one tasting them. I’m so possessed by my need for her, I’m becoming envious of even her touching her own body.

Pushing the nightgown over her hips, it falls to her bare feet, leaving her panting and naked before me.

“You’re beautiful, Megan. So fucking beautiful.” I press my mouth over hers, biting down on her plump lower lip, marking it as mine. I’m starved for her with an impossible hunger that I doubt will ever be filled.

“You sound so angry when you say that.” She snakes her hands up into my hair, pulling me down for another kiss.

Enough teasing already, I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bed, tossing her into the middle of it. She laughs as she bounces, and I shuck out of my shirt and pants like some horny teen who can’t get out of his clothes fast enough.

She lies back against the pillows as I cover her with my body, again seeking her mouth. I’ll never tire of her taste, her scent, her body. Having her skin against mine is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

I’ve fucked a lot of women. I’ve even liked a few of them, but nothing compares to being touched by Megan.

Her legs bend, flanking my sides as I sink into her.

Fuck. There’s something mind-blowing about being inside this woman. It’s like finding my forever home. The world outside can burn to ashes, but inside this room, in this bed, everything is perfect and still.

Threading my fingers through hers, I bring her hands over her head, pressing them into the pillows.

“I might never let you leave this bed.” I kiss her mouth, her cheek.

Her pussy stretches around my cock, squeezing me as her body pulls tighter beneath me.

“I can’t tell if that’s a threat or not.” She kisses me back, biting my lip. I try to glare down at her, but she’s flushed, she’s sweet, and she’s fucking perfect.

“No more threats.” I drive into her harder, delighting in the little squeal she gives me. “Spread your legs a little more.”

She pulls them higher, spreading them wider for me, and I grit my teeth to keep from exploding right there.

“Good girl,” I moan eventually, driving into her again. Her wet pussy tenses around me, pulling me into her with each thrust.

Her fingers squeeze around mine as she lowers her feet to the bed. Thrusting her hips up, she meets me thrust for thrust.

“Fuck, Alexander.” She moans my name as though it alone gives her pleasure.

This woman is mine.

All mine.

No one will ever hear her moan their name the way she does mine, because she belongs to me. My need for her grows with the knowledge that no man will ever touch her the way I do. No man will ever feel her body wrapped around him and enjoy the pleasure that is Megan.

Because she’s all fucking mine.

Releasing one hand, I run my palm over her body, feeling the silky sensation of her skin as I travel down to her hip.

I lift up, just enough to reach between us and find her swollen, wet clit. She lets out a soft moan the moment my fingers flitter across it.

Driving harder into her, I rub her clit in slow circles.

“Fuck,” she exhales and pushes her hips farther off the bed. “Alexander, fuck. I have to… please.”

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