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26. Alpha

Cash

The memory of Jules on her knees with those luscious lips wrapped around my cock will haunt me for the rest of my life. So will the desperation in her eyes. That glimmer of need is still festering in her brown depths, because I told her not to come.

And she listened, which completely blows my mind. Her trust in me is humbling. It’s awe-inspiring. I can’t wait to take my time with her, to coax her toward that cresting wave before dropping her into the abyss of sexual purgatory.

Because nothing gets me hotter than the thought of keeping Jules on edge and watching her fall into madness with the need to come.

We end up back in her bed with the sunlight spilling over our naked bodies. Her blond locks tickle my face as I spoon her. I can’t keep my gaze from straying to the sunflower bouquet on her nightstand. The poor thing is past the throwing-out stage, but she kept it anyway.

Palming her breast, I kiss my way along the curve of her shoulder, and her nipple pebbles against my hand. Goosebumps arise on her skin.

And my cock is already throbbing for more.

“Did I suck at it?”

“Jesus, Jules. You sucked the fuck out of it.” I draw the delicate lobe of her ear between my teeth. “And I mean that in a good way.”

A nervous sigh stutters from her lips, and even though we’re talking about something that’s a huge deal to her, she’s still flushed from arousal. “I don’t want to be a disappointment.”

“That’s not even possible. Everything about you has me wrapped, including your mouth. You could suck me forever and it wouldn’t be long enough.” Parting her thighs, I draw her leg back and drape it over mine, opening her for the touch of my hand. And for the longest time, I drive her wild by gently rubbing her clit.

I’m high off the pleading sounds she makes in the back of her throat, the way her legs quake as I dip two fingers into her drenched pussy. But every time she approaches that inevitable summit, I snatch her back before she can dive off the edge.

“Please,” she whimpers.

My uneven breath blasts her neck. “Begging turns me on so much, Jules.”

“You want me to beg? I’ll fucking beg.”

“I want you to beg.” I swirl a finger at her opening before sliding it in again.

“Please, Cash,” she gasps.

“You want my tongue here?”

“God yes.”

“Do you want to come again?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Shifting on the mattress, I push her onto her back and fit my knees at the juncture of her thighs.

“Is that a yes?”

A moan is the only answer I get.

I slip down her body and dip my head between her splayed knees. “I can’t wait to taste you,” I say, blowing a drift of air onto her pussy. I slide my thumb through her wet center then lightly tease her clit.

“You’re torturing me, Cash.”

My dick jumps at the way she says my name—with a jittery sigh that jumpstarts the blood-flow to my cock. “Torturing you intrigues me.”

She’s heaving breaths, her body so tightly strung she can’t stop trembling. And I haven’t even put my mouth on her yet. I crawl off the bed and yank her to the end of the mattress by the ankles. I lower to my haunches, and her knees quake as I haul them over my shoulders.

“I’m gonna lick you until you’re out of your mind.” I raise my head and pin her with my gaze. Grabbing her hands, I push them to the mattress. “But if you move, I’ll stop.”

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