Page 92 of Begin Again

“Fuck, that’s it,” he rasps. “Come for me, Sweetheart. Let go.”

His words wreck me. My body tenses, and then I’mfalling, pleasure crashing through me in waves.

Theo groans against me, fucking me through it with his mouth and fingers, drawing it out until I’m gasping, squirming—until I’m sosensitiveI can’t take it anymore.

But Theo?

He isn’t done.

Finally, he pulls back, watching me through heavy-lidded eyes as he slides his fingers from between my legs—slow and deliberate like hewantsme to feel it.

I’m still trembling when he lifts them to his mouth.

And then—he licks them clean.

A low moan slips past his lips, and he shoots me a devilish grin, looking so satisfied,sosmug, like he’s proud of himself.

“Goddamn,” he breathes. “That wastwo.”

He shifts, climbing up my body, caging me in beneath him, his cock pressing heavy against my thigh.

His grin widens, dark and knowing.

“Let’s see how many more we can get with me inside of you.”

My whole body clenches.

He smirks as he feels my reaction, and leans down, his mouth brushing my ear.

“Still think I can do better?” He murmurs, his voice thick with amusement.

I barely manage to nod, and he chuckles, the sound low and knowing.

His hand trails down my body, teasing, grazing over oversensitive skin, sending little shivers of anticipation through me.

“I want to hear you beg for it,” he says, shifting above me, his cock pressing thick and heavy against my thigh. “I want you to tell me how bad you want it.”

A desperate whimper slips past my lips. I should be embarrassed, but I can’t bring myself to care—not when he’s looking at me like that like he’s starving for me.

“Theo, please—”

“Pleasewhat, Sweetheart?” He tuts, shaking his head. “You gotta be specific.”

He drags the head of his cock through my slick folds, teasing, pressing just enough that I can feel it, but not enough to give me what I need.

I arch up, nails digging into his shoulders. “I need you inside me—”

His hand grips my jaw, tilting my face up so I have to meet his eyes.

“Good girl.”

I shudder.

His expression shifts, eyes darkening like he’s just unlocked something. He drags his thumb over my bottom lip, gaze dropping to my mouth.

“You like when I call you my Good Girl?” His voice is pure sin, he phrased it like a question but we both know the answer.

I bite my lip, my face heating, but I nod.

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