Page 116 of B & E Ever After (Fairy Tale Quartet 3)

Reaching out, he gathered a fistful of the sheet and then slowly pulled it off me without asking.

“Fuck,” he breathed once I was exposed to him, fully nude. “I knew they’d be as hard as berries. You’re already completely ready for me, aren’t you?” He began to crawl onto the bed.

I gulped and glanced around the room in a strange panic, wanting Hayden’s attention and yet—

“Is Brick still somewhere in the apartment?” I asked on a scandalized whisper.

“Probably,” he answered, sliding down until his face was between my legs and he was smoothing his hand up the outside of one of my quivering thighs before he coaxed me to curl it over his shoulder. “Which leaves us two options. You be as loud as you can possibly be in order to drive him crazy with jealousy, or two—you try to muffle yourself as best you can so he can only suspect but not really know what’s about to happen in here.”

Once he had the second leg up over his other shoulder, he glanced up at me. “Choose now.”

Before I could answer, he dipped his face.

The first touch of his tongue against me nearly had me coming off the mattress. I clamped my mouth shut, trying to swallow the groan. The man had no mercy, though. He dove straight to the heart of my womanhood and attacked, flicking his tongue against the straining bud and thrusting two fingers up inside me, massaging me from the inside with a heavenly stroke that had me rolling my hips against his rhythm and moaning out my pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” I cried. “Jesus, Hayd—Hayden.”

Then I remembered I’d actually wanted to be quiet, and I slapped a hand over my mouth. But then more fingers crept up, and he rolled one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly. I whimpered behind my palm and slammed my eyes closed, trying to concentrate on not making a sound.

It didn’t work. He found that place in me that went crazy at his touch and he tortured it, making me come so damn hard and fast I don’t even know what kinds of sounds I made after that. By the time I returned to reality, I was clutching his hair with two handfuls and gasping literal sobs, my chest heaving and brow matted with perspiration.

Hayden looked dazed when he sat up and met my gaze. “Fuck me,” he breathed, tearing open his pants and shucking his shirt. “You are so fucking hot. I need to be inside you. Now.”

Feeling like a limp noodle, I merely watched as he stripped naked with a speed that seemed to surpass reality. Then he was kneeling in front of me as he rolled on a condom.

“Sit up,” he said, sounding strained.

I blinked at him, sure he’d lost his mind. “Huh?” Sit up? But it was taking all the energy I had just to blink at him.

“Up,” he encouraged with a grin that had me following his command without any kickback, my eyes on his and his on mine as I crawled up onto my knees, facing him.

Except as soon as I was up, mirroring his pose, he fell back onto his ass, sitting lower than me. Then he patted his lap in invitation. “Climb aboard,” he offered as he rested his spine against the headboard and stretched his legs out in front of him.

Eagerness sparked through me as I realized I could drive this time around. Licking my lips as I tried to decide exactly how I wanted to go about it, I slid my gaze over his splendid, naked form, only to get caught on the thick ready cock springing up from between his legs. The droplet of pre-cum beading out the top had my pussy tingling with anticipation that craved to have him deep inside me already.

So I stopped thinking and just clutched his shoulders in order to climb into his lap. He looked up as I hovered myself above him. Then he nodded and reached out to grab the headboard behind him, his elbows jutting out to the sides, so he could brace himself. Grinning because he seemed to know exactly how rough I wanted to go, I sat down hard, whimpering as I impaled myself.

God, he was thick. The stretch and friction felt amazing, though. The urge to move on him, massaging my own hungry inner muscles against his cock was strong. But I held back, just a beat, in order to watch his expression.

He grunted and clenched his teeth, seeming to squeeze the headboard even tighter. His hips jerked, letting me know he wanted the movement as much as I did, but he was trying to hold himself in check and let me control the reins.

Pleased by his restraint, I rewarded him by pumping my hips, starting at a quick, jerky canter, before I slowed to a lazy roll that drove him insane.

I might’ve enjoyed myself a bit too much, grinding down hard and then squeezing around him, until he was cursing and sweating, his dick pulsing desperately inside me.

“Mmm, yes,” I cooed, gently scraping the tips of my fingernails along his jaw. “Beg me, baby. Let me know just how much you want it.”

He rasped out a laugh of denial and shook his head, but the frantic glaze in his eyes and the way he couldn’t stop panting and straining against his own body to stay still said he was close.

I moved again, up, down, squeeze, then slow erotic grind.

“Fuck,” he whispered, trying to look up at the ceiling and not me. But I clutched his face between my hands and forced his eyes back to mine, just as I smiled and squeezed around him again.

He gasped, his eyes going unfocused and mouth dropping open.

Chuckling, I licked the side of his throat and scaled my nails down his back until I was tucking them under him on the mattress and gripping his ass as I ground down on him again. And again. And again.

“It’s okay,” I murmured in his ear, rising up just enough until I’d almost pulled myself all the way off. “You can trust me. I would never hurt you. In fact, I just wanna make you feel so very, very—”

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