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He growls back, nipping at my earlobe as wetness pools between my legs. I’m dripping with need for him—and love, but I won’t admit the love part out loud. The things he’s done to protect me are very loving; I admit it. I can’t deny that what he feels for me is true, even if it’s not the only reason for his actions.
Do I love him?
It doesn’t matter. All I know is I want to taste his cock, I want him to lick every part of me, and I want him to drive his cock inside me. I want him to take my virginity and any other first these sick men think they are salivating over. I don’t care if I have to give all the money back. I realize now that letting them get any of my firsts is not worth getting my revenge. I can find another way.
His hand splays across my belly before pausing at the top of my panties.
“How wet are you? I can’t wait to find out,” he says.
My breath catches in my throat as his fingers lift my panties from my body and slide under the fabric. I freeze as his fingers travel down across the flesh of my lower stomach until he reaches…
I gasp as his finger slides across my slit, feeling how soaked I am. He can feel how desperately I need him.
“So wet, so hungry. Tell me, Lilith, will you stab me if I don’t make you come?” he grins against my neck as he says it.
I, on the other hand, can barely remind my body to breathe, let alone speak, as his fingers move over my sensitive bundle of nerves. God, it feels beyond what pleasure should feel like. It feels too good—I’m going to be addicted to his touch. I don’t know how I’ll ever get anything else done when this is all I’ll ever want to do.
“I think you would.” His thumb sweeps across me, and the sound that leaves my body is pure bliss mixed with the agony of needing more of him and not knowing how he’s going to satisfy me more. “Good thing I want to make you come more than I want anything else on this earth.”
The second the words leave his lips, he growls, and my panties are ripped from my body. His lips land on mine in a devouring kiss that leaves me breathless. My legs wrap around his body, and I’m cursing that he’s still wearing his pants and my shirt is still on. I want every part of him touching every part of me. I want to feel everything. I want and want and want.
“Don’t worry, Lilith, I’ve got you,” Hayes says as if he can read my mind.
I don’t know what that means, but a second later, he’s vanished from my arms, sitting back on his heels between my legs. My shirt is scrunched up under my arms, revealing my entire body to him.
His appreciative gaze burns through my skin, my darkest secrets, and the desire I’ve only ever felt for him on full display. And then his gaze narrows in on my pussy spread wide for him.
He licks his lips in anticipation, like he’s about to eat the most delicious cake instead of tasting me.
I squirm slightly, waiting for him to do what the glimmer in his eyes promises. I don’t know how I feel about having his lips there. I’ve never wanted a man to taste me, to fuck me, to stretch me, and make me come. But then, I’ve never met a man like Hayes before.
I move my thighs slightly together.
“Don’t you dare,” he growls, spreading me as wide as I can go again.
I bite my lip. “Fuck me, Hayes. Take my virginity. Take it all.”
A darkness clouds his eyes, and that grin curls higher into a wicked grin across his entire face.
“Let’s see how loud I can make you scream, Lilith.”
And then his face lowers to between my thighs, and his tongue sweeps up my slit and across my clit. The sensations shooting through me are so intense and overwhelming that my legs tighten around his head.
Hayes chuckles, which shoots unyielding pleasure up and down my body. His hands gently spread my thighs again so he can breathe.
My hands find the bun on top of his head, and my fingers sink into his hair as his tongue lashes against my sensitive bud.
He’s relentless with his tongue—sweeping over me again and again. More wetness spills out of me, and I know he can taste it.
“Sweet and tart, just like you,” he says.
I open my mouth to speak, but then I feel one of his fingers pressing at my entrance. I can’t do anything but focus on his strong fingers sliding through my slickness and inside me.
“Oh, that feels…fuck…” I moan.
He grins as his tongue continues to swirl across my clit, and his fingers push in and out of me in long, stroking motions.
His two fingers are half the width of his cock and nowhere near as long. When he fucks me, he’ll spread me so wide I won’t be able to breathe. And yet, it’s all I want.
