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Thrusting another finger into her ass, I flatten my tongue, giving her the friction she needs. She lets out a feral growl, grabbing my hair for leverage as she grinds her pussy on my face. She comes hard and fast, holding my face against her until she’s spent. I pull my fingers from her, climbing off the bed to wash my hands.

Panting, she says, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to lose control like that. No one’s ever… um, touched me like that before.”

“Never apologize for taking pleasure from me, siren. And since you liked that so much, I’m going to do it every chance I get.” She smiles at me and starts to roll over, but I stop her with a hand on her hip. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Her eyes widen as I get back between her legs, lay on my stomach, and pull her to my mouth with my arms around her thighs. I eat her like a starving man through two more orgasms, and she’s begging me to stop when I thrust three fingers into her dripping center, fucking her fast and hard.

After number six, she’s sobbing. “Kolson, no more. I can’t.”

“You can, siren.” I look up at her with a wicked grin as I hold her over my face, having flipped us a couple of orgasms ago. “I think we can make it an even ten.”

Gripping her thighs, I force her to sit, and within a few seconds, she’s moaning my name and fucking my face. And I don’t plan to let her out of my bed for the entire day.

Chapter 30

Abby

WhenIwakeupagain in Kolson’s dark bedroom, I’m disoriented. I know where I am, but what time is it? How long have we been asleep since he finally let me rest?

Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab my phone. It’s just before noon, so I send a quick text to Viv, letting her know I’m not coming to Samsara for brunch today.

Rolling back over to face him, I take in Kolson’s face in sleep. He’s still absolutely gorgeous. His dark blonde hair cut short on the sides and his stubble neatly trimmed over his sharp jaw. He’s gained muscle over the years, like he spends hours in the gym every day. But it’s those green eyes that I can’t wait to see again and again.

Getting out of bed, I make my way to the bathroom, trying to step lightly so I don’t wake the demon. He’d probably punish me with more orgasms.

As happy as I am that my friendly gift-giving stalker is leaving us alone, I can’t help but be a little annoyed that I was denied the chance to experience sex with any other men while Kolson was off ‘taking care of things’. I’m almost twenty-six years old, and I have a laundry list of things I want to try in the bedroom.

Something tells me that Kolson won’t mind helping me work through that list, though. He is definitely just as starved for me as I am for him.

Kolson is sitting on the edge of the bed staring at his phone when I emerge, and I blatantly check him out, taking in his chiseled body. When my eyes make it back to his face, he’s staring at me, that smug smirk I used to dream on his lips.

“See something you like, siren?” he asks, with a tilt of his head.

Stepping between his legs, I rise onto my toes so our lips are inches apart. “I was just thinking about a little project I’d like to get started on, and I was wondering if you were the right man for the job.”

“If it involves you, then I’m the only man for the job. What kind of project?”

“Is it too soon to tell you that I haven’t had sex since the last time I saw you? Well, I read, and I hear things at the club, and there are some… experiences I’d like to have.”

His smirk grows into a full grin as I speak, and before I’m finished, he’s peeling his shirt from my body and tossing me onto the bed.

“Let’s hear it. First thing on the list,” he says, climbing over me and resting his weight on his elbows.

“Maybe we should start with something a bit more tame…” He gives me an unimpressed look, but waits for me to continue. “Make me come with nipple play alone.”

He gets to work right away, sliding down to rest his knees between mine—his new favorite place—and taking one of my breasts in each hand. Taking one nipple into his mouth, he sucks hard, nipping and swirling his tongue over the taut peak. My other nipple gets tugged and pinched between his nimble fingers. When I’m writhing and moaning under him, he switches, making sure each bud gets the same treatment. I can feel every swipe of his tongue on my clit, working its magic on my body as a whole. When the wave crashes over me, it’s without warning. And when I come back to my body and open my eyes, Kolson is waiting patiently for his next list item.

“Now tell me what you really want,” he says, command in his tone.

“Umm… maybe we should—”

Kolson leans back on his heels and flips me, effectively cutting me off. Lifting my ass in the air, he smacks me. Hard. I cry out, but fuck if I don’t love it.

He hums. Reaching between my legs, he groans when he feels the wetness there. And I feel it, too, dripping down my thighs when he spanks me again.

“Don’t be shy, siren. Tell me what you want—what you need.”

When I hesitate again, he pinches my clit, making me jolt forward and scream.

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