Page 50 of Dolls & Daggers
Do not fucking come yet. Do not fucking come yet.
Her lips curve around me as a whimper fills the air.
Damn, is that me?
Dove pops off my cock, a string of saliva still connecting us as she lazily strokes me. “I think that’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. Sing louder for me, Songbird.”
She drops back down with renewed vigor, reaching for my hand, which is fisted in her plush comforter, and threads my fingers into her messy bun. With her silent permission, I lift my hips into her face, pushing her down gently as I unleash exactly what she wants to hear from my throat.
Her contented sigh around my length has my eyes rolling back. I’m so fucking close to dumping months’ worth of pent-up tension down her throat.
It’s never been like this with anyone. Dove has all the control, yet somehow, she makes me feel like I’m the one who wields it.
We move together, pleasured moans and sighs mingling with the slick, wet suction of her mouth.
“Fuck, Dove.” I’m so close, but I never want it to end. I could fuck her sassy mouth for hours and never tire of watching her choke on my cock. “You’re so pretty when you’re making me yours.”
“Mmhmm,” she moans around me, the vibrations shooting straight up my spine.
My balls tense, both hands clutching her hair like a lifeline. Her free hand strokes unintelligible symbols on my hip, a soft, maddening contrast to the way her mouth consumes me. I try to focus on them, desperate to stave off my impending orgasm.
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“I’m close,” I warn, my voice ragged.
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She nods, never slowing, her determination clear. She’s on a mission—to unravel me as she sucks my soul from my body.
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From this moment on, I’ll do anything she wants. If she’s the Doll, I’ll be her accomplice. I’ll help her bury the bodies. Whatever she asks—so long as I get to have this. Haveher.
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Her name spills from my lips like a prayer as I release down her throat in hot, thick bursts. My entire body jerks, a shuddering wreck beneath her, and still, she keeps sucking, determined to strip me down to nothing. Like she’s trying to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop.
“Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.” My hips chase her mouth, a tear slipping from my eye as she works me through every last aftershock, until I’m soft against her tongue.
When she crawls up my chest, I’m convinced I’ve died and gone to heaven. And she’s the angel waiting for me at the pearly gates.
Her soft giggles vibrate against my skin. “Well, I’m sorry to report there are no pearly gates, but there were definitely pearls of cum involved.”
“Did I say that out loud?” I ask in a daze, feeling utterly boneless. I’d ask for my soul back, but I want her to keep it.
It belongs to her now, anyway.
I massage her scalp where I gripped her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then the tip of her nose, then finally her mouth, savoring the way I taste on her lips. “You’re fucking incredible.”
Dove doesn’t reply. She simply smiles, lacing her fingers over my chest and propping her chin on them. “Do you want some clothes to sleep in?”
“Turtle Dove, in what world do you think your clothes will fit me?” A lazy grin tugs at my lips as warmth spreads through my chest. Her cheeks are flushed and sticky, and the slick heat between her thighs seeps against my skin.
I want to flip her over and mark her as mine—just as thoroughly, just as devastatingly, as she’s made me hers.
“You just called me Turtle Dove.” She beams, lighting up the whole damn room. “I think you like me just a little bit.”
“After what you just did, I like you a lot-a-bit.” How could I have ever hated her? The thought of our stupid rivalry—and let’s be honest, it’s not much of a rivalry because Dove always gets her way—seems so pointless now.
