Page 69 of Win You Over
Remington swallows thickly as he pulls my hair harder, bending my neck back at an awkward angle. His teeth graze over the skin covering my throat, nipping and sucking all the way to my collarbone.
“You want that? Want me to fuck you, baby?”
I whimper when his teeth latch on, his tongue moving over the flesh as he increases the pressure.
“Please,” I reply, rutting my aching cock against him.
Remington releases my neck and tries to shift me off his lap, but I cling on tighter, digging the nails of one hand into his back.
“Don’t go,” I say, feeling so incredibly needy, I don’t even recognise myself.
He chuckles. “Baby, I need to get supplies and make you more comfortable.”
I shake my head, my dark hair falling into my face.
“Like this. I want to feel you like this.”
Whether it’s the aftereffects of the nightmare, or the immense need coursing through my blood, I cannot bear the thought of him letting go. Not even for a second.
“Okay, needy kitty,” he says, brushing a kiss to my nose. “Just like this.”
He shuffles us closer to the edge of the bed, then with his eyes locked on mine, he fumbles next to him, the sound of the drawer opening and closing piercing the otherwise quiet dawn.
He produces a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.
“You’re going to have to let go to get naked,” Remi says.
Reluctantly, I lift myself, then strip off my shorts and underwear, while he slides a condom onto his dick, then I resume my position in his lap.
Remi looks into my eyes, his ocean blues glittering in the early morning light.
“I’ll go slow. Make it real good for you.”
I press my lips to his cheek and lean forward. Remington applies lube to his fingers, then using one hand to grip my ass cheek, he slides a finger into my crease and circles my rim.
When the digit demands entrance, passing the tight ring of muscle, I moan, dropping my head to his shoulder.
“Relax for me, baby.” He dances the fingers of his other hand up my spine. I release a breath, feeling my body soften, relaxing into his touch. Remington adds a second finger, the burn making me gasp.
“Touch yourself,” he demands, his gaze dropping to my cock, sitting half-hard between us. I wrap my hand around the base of my shaft and stroke as Remington’s fingers delve deeper inside me.
“You’re so tight. Fuck, I cannot wait to feel you squeeze my cock.”
His words and the ministrations of his fingers have me whimpering, my tongue darting out to lick a stripe up his neck.
I need so much more. His taste, his smell, his everything. I rub my cheek against his neck like I’m trying to infuse my skin with his scent.
“I need you,” I whisper, grinding myself on his probing fingers.
“Patience, baby,” he replies, adding a third finger and stretching me open for him. The pain is intense, but not in a bad way. No, it lights me up, sending tingling pulses of desire through me.
My hand works over my cock, sweeping strokes from the base to the tip and when Remi pushes in deeper, his fingers brushing my prostate, I groan, throwing my head back and arching my neck.
“Fuck, baby, you’re dripping for me.”
His free hand moves to the tip of my cock, swiping at the beads of pre-cum erupting from me with every press of his fingers to my sensitive nub.
“Remi,” I whine, writhing on top of him, my movements erratic as I chase my inevitable release.
