Page 158 of At the Edge of Surrender

Praise and adoration.

Because it was the truth.

I’d never felt anything like this. Had never been affected like this. Not once.

This comfort.

This familiarity.

This need to wrap her up and possess her in every way.

She kept sucking me deeper, all the way until the head of my cock was hitting the back of her throat, that lush mouth hugging me just right.

A guttural moan rolled out of me as rapture threatened.

Rushing in from all sides. The feel of her almost more than I could bear.

“Yes. Take it, Little Warrior. Take it just like that.”

My fists were tight in those long blonde locks, guiding her, though her instinct had kicked in.

She knew exactly what to do.

She was made for this.

Made for me.

“Made for me.”

I realized the thought had gotten free. Had flooded the air as pleasure crawled at the base of my spine.

My balls tight.

My stomach twisted.

She moaned and opened herself more.

Letting me fuck her sweet mouth wild.

Hard and fast.

“So good. So good. This sweet, dirty mouth. So perfect. You, Emery. It’s you.” There was nothing I could do but shower her in praise.

She whimpered as she tipped that gorgeous face up to me.

The energy crackled.

That thing that boiled between us stark and alive.

Vibrating and inciting.

Wrapping us in a bond that would never let us go.

She splayed both hands over my ass and drew me in as far as she could.

“Gonna come, Em.”

She only drew me deeper.

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