Page 142 of Celestial Combat

“I bet I can do better than your alarm,” He spoke against my mouth, lips brushing.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” He hummed in agreement, pushing up slightly without breaking the kiss, and pulling my thighs up to spread them open.

When I felt him about to break the kiss to go lower, I stopped him, my hands tighter on the sides of his head.

“Zane… You already went down on me for hours last night. Why don’t you let me–”

He leaned in and pressed a soft, heavy kiss to my lips.

“Just lay back, relax, and let me take care of you, mama.”

This time, I didn’t protest. I let him wrap his strong arms around my thighs and watched as he pressed his face in-between my legs.

I sighed, already feeling on cloud nine, letting my head fall back into the pillows.

“I just… Wanted to say thank you,” I began, voice soft and delirious as he circled his tongue around my clit. “For always protecting me.”

One of his hands left my thigh to rub over my tummy with appreciation, before settling with a heavy weight.

He pushed his tongue inside me, reaching everywhere before pressing it to the roof of my opening and curling it out.

“The casino,” I whimpered.

He reached lower, circling my back opening before giving me a long lick, from ass to clit.

“The pier…”

He opened his mouth wide, eating me whole and deep, and devouring every inch of me.

“The race track…”

Pushing his tongue back inside me with rhythmic thrusts, his hand lowered, his thumb playing with my clit, rubbing it from side to side.

“Last night,” I moaned, grinding my hips into his face.

“That’s my job, baby.”

“I know you’re my bodyguard, but–”

“Not what I meant.”

His mouth closed around my clit again, and as if on command, I came so hard I was seeing stars. I rolled my hips and threw my head back, moaning his name and feeling the euphoria spread through my veins.

When he climbed back over me, our lips met without hesitation. I reached between us, needing to feel the weight of his erection in my palm, but he stopped me.

“Zane, please…” I whined. “It’s not fair.”

“Don’t worry about me. Just smelling your sweet, little, perfect pussy felt like heaven.”

“Thank you,” I mumbled into the kiss. “Butthisis what Ineed,” I argued, cupping his weight again, harder this time.

A dangerous, masculine growl left his chest, sending a pulsing sensation right to my clit.

“Alright,” Zane groaned, barely holding onto his restraints.

I smirked against his lips, rushing to get my hands inside his boxers andreallytouch him. He leaned down again, capturing my bottom lip between his, and pushing his tongue into my mouth, kissing me wet and sloppy – the way he knew I fucking loved it, because Python wasneveranything but disciplined.

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