Page 64 of Destined Lovers

I walk closer and sit in the big plush chair that happens to be facing the bed. I get comfortable, bringing my feet up and leaning my head against the side of the chair.

As if I’m getting settled to watch my favorite movie.“Loveable by nature but will fuck your heart out.”I throw my hand over my mouth to hold back my laughter.

What is wrong with me?

The duvet moved when he rolled over, exposing more of his body, so I let my eyes roam.

His dark wavy hair falls in front of his eyes, and I have the urge to move it from his face. I don’t know why I love my fingers in his hair. It’s the sexiest thing about him. I could run my hands through it all day.

My eyes continue to roam down to his parted, full lips and chiseled square jaw, prominent despite his dusting of hair.

He swallows, his throat bobbing up and down, and my breath catches. Everything this man does is sexy.

He is tanned compared to my fair skin, with just a tiny sprinkling of hair on his chest. His shoulders are broad, and every inch of the rest of his body is pure muscle.

The body of an athlete.

I pass over the tattoos, wanting to explore those at another time. They deserve so much more of my attention.

His dick is hard and rests on his muscular stomach. Right between that sexy v, most men wish they had. He’s beautiful.

Tall, dark, and built to perfection.

“Mmm,” he groans as he wakes up, smiling, with his eyes closed.

I watch him reach to my side, and his forehead creases when he doesn’t feel me. He leans over to feel further over on the bed. Still, with his eyes closed, I can’t help the laugh that slips through my lips, watching him try to find me.

He turns his head at the sound, and his face relaxes when he sees I’m beside him in the chair.

“Are you checking me out?”

“Yes.” I breathe, letting my eyes roam once more to get my point across.

I sit here, unfazed that we are both naked, staring at one another as if we do this every day. Like I haven’t waited ten years for this.

A trace of a smile crosses his face. “Do you like what you see, then?”

“You have no idea,” I whisper and look down at his dick, watching it get thicker and harder under my gaze.You like that, baby?

He reaches down, palms himself, and gives it a few hard jerks. With his thumb, he swipes the head that’s already glistening with wetness, and my breath catches.

This is what wet dreams are made of.

“Come here, angel,” he demands.

Again with the angel.

I walk over to the side of the bed, stopping right next to him.

“Bend and open your mouth.”

With not one ounce of hesitation, I close my eyes, lean over with my mouth open, and let my tongue stick out. I know exactly what he wants.

He presses his thumb into my waiting mouth. I clamp down and suck. No direction needed.

My tongue twirls around him. “Feck yes, Pip.”

I look down and watch his dick jump in appreciation.

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