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I fuck her harder, pumping the toy inside her like I want to do with my cock, raking it against her G-spot again and again. Her cries go up an octave, andboom. Juices spray from her cunt. I remove the toy and throw my head between her legs, lapping and snarling at her pussy.
I hold her shaking thighs still as I make her come on my face.
It’s been days since I last tasted her, and I’ve been thirsty for more. I lick her, drowning myself against her with my eyes rolling back. I’ve never needed anything more than this.
“Oh god, Connor. Yes!”
Her thighs tighten. The second she stops quaking and lets me go, I pull back to kneel above her and lick her dripping orgasm from my lips. She bites her lip, a determined look sweeping her expression, and I gulp when she takes me by the cock. Her lips part as she watches herself stroking me and I instantly rock into her movements at just the feel of her palm.
“Fuck, Whitley,” I groan, my face pinching with pleasure.
A handful of pumps, and I come in her hand, clenching my jaw at the satisfied smile that pulls at her mouth. Spurts of it land over her belly and tits, and the sight makes me want to howl in triumph.
Bloody fucking hell.
I snatch her into my arms the moment she lets go and press my lips to hers, loving how her body relaxes into mine. I clean us both up quickly with a towel from the bathroom and contentedness rolls through me on a wave as she sighs andwiggles closer, burrowing her head into my shoulder. I squeeze her tightly, wanting any excuse I can get to touch her, and rub my palm down her arm squeezing and massaging as I do.
I’m not ready to let her go. Decision made, I raise up in bed, almost laughing at the puzzled look on her face.
“What are you doing?” she blurts.
“You’re still too tense and we can’t have that, can we? Roll over and let me make you feel good.” My words are a growl, and her eyes dilate a bit as I wait for her assent.
She bites that lip I want to nibble on so much, her face flushing with red, but she moves to obey me.
Just a bit longer, I tell myself, but the moment I knead her shoulders to relax her stiff muscles, a light moan leaves her lips.
I may never be done with her.
Chapter 20
Whitley Whitt
Can a girl read in peace?
I breathein the scent of old books and parchment of the castle library, enjoying the silence and coziness. Finding a place to get some alone time where I’m not assaulted with memories of what Connor did to me in my dark bedroom is becoming difficult.
“I’m so in over my head,” I tell the ceiling, my legs draped over the side of a comfy leather chair.
Blowing out a hard breath, I drop my open book to my chest and wiggle my feet, wishing I could focus on the words. Reclining in one of the reading chairs in the corner of the room, I glance at the rows of tall wooden shelves that line one wall. My gaze then travels to the piano on the opposite side, while I try to rationalize my life.
The author is a word wizard, but so far, the male character and his knot are totally not helping my new predicament. I nibble at my bottom lip as I try to imagine what Connor’s reaction to my bookish obsession would be.
He certainly isn’t bothered by play toys, that’s for sure.
After making me come more times than I can count, he insisted on giving me a massage, starting with my shoulders and working down my body. I passed out somewhere around my lower back and woke up with panties and a shirt on—and that’s so fucking sweet it makes my teeth ache.
Too much more of this and I’m going to be spoiled rotten by the man. I can’t seem to keep him out of my thoughts. Even more shocking is the knowledge we didn’t even have sex, and now I really want to. My stomach dips at the thought that there are only a few more weeks before I’m supposed to be heading back to Louisiana, and butterflies are racking my insides.
“Miss Whitt,” a male voice says out of nowhere, making me jump.
Frank Stein stands in a dark-blue suit, his hair styled as it has been every time I’ve seen him, with a newspaper and phone under his arm.
“Oh, hey,” I greet, with an awkward smile.
Pushing my book under the chair pillow, I twist my body into a sitting position and tuck my hair behind my ear.
He holds up a hand when I start to get to my feet.
