Page 92 of Starstruck
She writhes against my mouth, her arms trapped behind her, fully at my mercy. This woman who loves to be in control giving it all up to me? It’s a beautiful sight.
It means she trusts me entirely. And that thrills me to no end.
“God, Lennon,” I rasp. “I’ll never get sick of your taste.” With those words, I slam my mouth against her again, sucking her clit into my mouth. Her entire body starts shaking as I devour her like I’m on death row and she’s my last meal.
Her legs wrap around me tight, her thighs fighting against where my arms hold them open.
“That’s it, Lenny girl.” I kick the vibrator up another level, andthat’s all it takes. Before I know it, the first wave shoots through her, crashing into her like a goddamn tsunami. She screams, and I let my arms fall, her legs tightening around my head. I continue working her until the orgasm subsides, her body falling back against the mirror. I turn the vibrator off and slide it out then stand so we’re eye-level again.
“You’re so goddamn pretty when you come,” I tell her as I slip the toy into my mouth, sucking every last drop ofheroff of it before putting it away. “Good thing we’re just getting started.”
I meet her eyes, which are glassy from the lust coursing through her right now. I set my hands on either side of her against the vanity and bring my face close to her, swiping my tongue over my lips.
Fuck if I’m not so fucking gone for her.
“These lips”—I grip her by the chin, tilting her head up to face me—“aremine.” I lean down and firmly press my mouth to hers, our tongues tangling together slowly for a moment before I pull away.
She lets out a whimper as I lift her off the vanity and spin her around so we’re both facing the mirror. I let one hand explore her body, twirling over her nipples and running up and down her stomach, while I roll a condom on with the other. “This pussy”—I groan, pulling her flush against me so my cock nudges her opening—“ismine.”
I drag my lips down her neck, my teeth grazing against the spot I know drives her crazy as I slowly push inside. She sighs as her eyes flutter shut, her head falling back against my shoulder.
I bury myself right to the root before pulling all the way back out. She moans, my hands gripping her hips as I repeatedly hit that spot inside of her.
“And your moans”—I curl one hand around to her front, skimming my calloused fingers down to her bundle of nerves and pressing firmly against it. She gasps from the contact, still sensitive from her last orgasm, and her pussy tenses around me as I begin tocircle it in perfect rhythm with my thrusts—“aremine.”
She shudders, and I can tell each thrust pushes her closer and closer to the edge, so I halt my movements, freezing deep inside her. I know what she wants, and I’m desperate to get both of us there, but first I need her to tell me the one thing I’ve been dying to hear her say.
Her eyebrows pull together, our eyes connecting in the mirror.
“Say it, Trouble,” I demand.
She tears her eyes from me, trying to pull forward to get that friction back, but her hands are still tied behind her back and my arms are wrapped around her—she has nowhere to go. I hold her firm in place, one hand pressing on her clit while I wrap the other around her neck.
“Baxter,please,” she begs, desperate for release.
“Say it, and I’ll let you come again.”
She whimpers, her legs shaking from the pressure of me stretching her. I meet her gaze in the mirror, my eyes swimming with hunger.
Finally, she relents, giving me what I’ve been waiting for.
“Yours,” she whispers. “I’m yours.”
I grin, pulling out slowly. Her legs buckle, and if not for me holding her upright, she would’ve toppled over.
“That’s right, Lenny girl,” I rasp, my lips ghosting the shell of her ear. “Youaremine.” I thrust in deep while rubbing circles on her clit, and she screams. “Now come.”
And she does.
Her walls begin to pulse around me as my balls tighten, pressure building at the base of my spine. Her fingers grasp at my lower stomach as her head falls forward.
“Eyes on us,” I demand, my voice low. As I continue my pace, she looks up, watching the reflection of herself finishing all over my cock. She cries out, and I hold her close as every part of her pulls taut. My movements become jerky as my release hits me, and she falls against me, her pussy throbbing as I spill into her.
We stand there like that momentarily, our chests rising and falling in sync. Her hair’s a mess, her cheeks flushed, and sweat drips from my forehead. Both of us look freshly fucked, and as I stare at our reflection in the mirror, I have one single thought.
How thehellam I supposed to walk away from her in five weeks?
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