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“Matty.” His lips are making their way down my chest, stopping to play soft and experimental with my nipples, tracing his tongue along the outline of my scars, and driving me fucking wild. “I want to fuck you.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Too fast. Too much.
He spreads me open with his fingers—so fucking gentle—and teases my dick with his thumb.
“Lee,” I whimper, wrapping both trembling arms around his neck. He rubs me in slow circles, pressing down in different directions, stroking all along the shaft until he finds the spot that makes me shake all over. “I’m too pent up. If you don’t stop, I’ll come.”
“That’s not a deterrent, sweetheart.”
Yeah, the nicknames are going to get me there a hell of a lot faster.
My hips rock up to meet his strokes, begging him closer to the exact spot where my body wants him. Screw being simply horny; right this very moment I can’t think of anything other than how badly I want to push him down and shove myself on his throbbing cock twitching against my thigh.
I don’t know how the hell this man can already be pushing every single one of my buttons just right, but I’m not going to complain. Call it chemistry, call it fucking destiny; all I know is there’s no stopping the wave of absolute ecstasy rolling over me.
“Lee. Lee. Lee.” I bite down on his shoulder to quiet the scream building like lava in my throat.
He scrapes a nail lightly over the head of my dick, middle finger stroking the crease just below. I shake my head, and he pauses, backs off, focuses more intently on my dick swelling as the pending orgasm rises higher and higher.
I want him there but not now; not yet. Not until I’ve had a chance to touch him.
“Please come for me, Princess,” he whispers hungrily into my ear. “I need to see you fall apart.”
A full blown sob breaks free of my lungs, tears spill over that I hide at the base of his throat, and my stomach tightensso intensely that my entire body goes taut. I feel the release in my bones, so deep that the aftershocks nearly set me off again.
Cum trickles out of my hole, the crest of my orgasm rolling through me as I hold tight to Lee. He's a fucking gentleman, that's for sure, touching me just lightly enough to prolong the pleasure but not overstimulate me.
When I shudder hard and hiss through my teeth, he rests his hands on my thighs and presses his cheek to the top of my head.
“Beautiful,” he says with a content sigh, and I’m acutely aware of every little place we touch. “That was perfect.”
Tears prickle at my eyes again, and I drop a wet kiss to his sternum.
God, I’m wiped.
Elias pulls back, kissing the top of my head and stroking a hand down my back. My body shudders, accepting the brief press of his lips just beneath my fluttering eyelids.
He crouches down and peers between my legs, holding them open with a firm grip. It’s embarrassing as fuck, but I’m too blissed out to put up a fight. Not that I really want to.
My cheeks burn at how intently he looks at me, at the wide-eyed, lust-blown wonder as he touches me slow and soft. Mortification takes its turn as he dips a tentative finger in the mess leaking from my hole.
Maybe we should have had a more in-depth talk before jumping into orgasms.
I look away for a second, drop my head back to stare at the ceiling and collect myself, and I'm taken completely off guard by Lee’s tongue probing and lapping at the wetness below my dick.
My hands fly to his hair, death gripping it as a fresh wave of arousal coils in my gut.
He said he wanted to taste me.
I'm so close to begging him to fuck me, because there's no way in hell I can fight this attraction anymore. I want to offer up my body to him on a goddamn silver platter.
Fuck me. Play with me. Tease me through orgasm after orgasm until I can barely form a coherent thought.
Slow down,I tell myself.Check in. Make sure he's okay.
I don't get the chance. A distant rap that sounds a lot like knocking makes me crack my eyes open.
