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She stared at me from her perch on my chest. “Um…get on what?”

“My face, baby.”

Her lips parted but no sound came out.

I gave her ass an encouraging slap. “Up you go.”

“You don’t…you don’t have to.”

I laughed. “Oh, yes, I do. It is fucking imperative that I eat your pussy this very moment. I’m starving for you. Now, put your hands on the headboard and ride my mouth like a good girl.”

She did as I said, gripping the headboard so hard her knuckles were white, straddling my face, her gorgeous pussy hovering above my mouth. I could feel her hesitancy, but that was fine. A few moments from now I’d have her out of her mind with pleasure. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulled her to my hungry mouth, and licked.

She gasped, jerking slightly, but I held on tight. “I’m hungry, baby, and you riding my face is the most gorgeous view I’ve ever had.”

Every muscle in her body tensed at my words. She was in her head again. I understood. In her world, beauty was rigid adherence to form. Sex was the opposite of that. Sex was messy and undone. But fuck, I had never seen anything more beautiful than Bethany right now. The soft swell of her stomach. The undercurve of her breast, topped by two of the most bitable, rosy nipples I had ever seen. Her hair falling wild around her shoulders.

I turned my face enough to nip her thigh with my teeth, hard enough to get her attention. She blinked down at me. “Feed me, Red. I’m so fucking hungry for you.”

Biting her lip, she lowered herself to my mouth and I devoured her. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, staring down at me between her thighs, while I licked her click and fucked her with my tongue. And then it became too much for her. Her eyes closed, her hips rocked as she finally—finally—rode my mouth.

And because I knew my girl liked a little pain to cut the sweetness of pleasure, I scraped my teeth against her clit. She came apart then, her back bowing as she shuddered through her orgasm. I waited until the last aftershocks had faded before I lifted her gently and settled her next to me.

“Your turn,” she said, wiggling down my body.

I grabbed her by the armpits and hauled her back. “The hell it is. We’re not doing that. This isn’t some sort of tit-for-tat game. When I go down on you, it’s not so you’ll suck me off. It’s purely for the pleasure of eating you.”

“But I want to.”

It was entirely out of character for me to refuse a blowjob, but I had a point to prove. “Next time.”

Her gaze dipped to my dick and then back to me, her eyes narrowed. “You can’t just stay like that. It has to hurt.”

Itdidhurt. I was hard enough to pound nails. My dick was screaming for release.

But I was damned if it was going to come from her mouth, after that little crack aboutyour turn. I needed her to know that when it came to her pleasure, we weren’t taking fuckingturns.

But all my good intentions went out the window when she took me in her hand, giving me a slow stroke.

“Bethany,” I warned.

“You said no blowjob. You never said no handjob.” She smiled sweetly. “Show me what you like. I want to make you feel good.”

Aw, hell. I didn’t have the strength to say no to this, not when her warm hand was bringing me closer and closer to sweet relief. I huffed a laugh. “Right now, everything feels good. I can still taste you on my tongue. I’m not going to last long.”

“Show me how to please you.”

I surrendered. My hand closed around hers and I guided her, with quick, rough strokes. I was too far gone for finesse. Of her own accord, her thumb swiped over the sensitive head, and that was it. I was done. My hips bucked as I came, hitting her in the thigh and on my stomach.

She wiped me clean with a damp cloth and then snuggled up beside me.

“We should definitely stay in bed all day.”

Chapter 19

Bethany

Itwasstrangehoweasily we fell into place. There was barely an hour we didn’t spend together the following week. Even after Mom’s car was fixed, Luke still insisted on being my chauffer, picking me up and bringing me back home again after work, on the rare occasions when I didn’t spend the night in his bed. When I was at the community center for Nutcracker rehearsals, he was there, too, working on the set.

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