She cups my jaw and presses her lips to mine for a lingering kiss. “If you were anyone else, I would say you’re crazy. “I enjoy making you feel good.” I nuzzle her neck and press a kiss to her nose. She melts against me, cheeks hot, and closes her eyes. When her womb stops clenching and the tension leaves her, I smile and pull her onto my lap. But the best part is the way she looks at me helplessly as if she doesn’t understand my mastery over her body and silently surrenders herself to me. She struggles to stay upright, digging her nails into my shoulders in the most delicious little sting. The clamp of her cunt on my fingers and the steely hardening of her clit tell me so just before she wails out in low-throated bliss. “Yes,” she pants, staring at me as if I control her world.Īnother drag of my thumb, another scrape of my fingertips over her G-spot, and another deep suckle of her nipple-and she releases her pleasure. I ease back just enough to delve into her eyes and I press where her moans and gasps have told me her pussy is most sensitive. And all the while, she rewards me with more breathy, needy little noises that drive me fucking wild.įinally, her tense body and erratic breathing tell me she’s on the edge. She gives way entirely, allowing me to pillage at will as I continue to stroke her clit. The moment I slant my lips over hers, I push in, shove deep, and take control. Her mouth is right there, and I can’t not taste it.

Regretfully, I release her breast, then hook my palm around her nape to haul her down to me. And it will be my distinct pleasure to prove otherwise. That’s somewhere between laughable and ridiculous. For some reason, she thinks she’s only capable of one orgasm a night. Her lashes flutter open, and she looks at me with big, dilated eyes above the pink blooms of her cheeks. “In the elevator, you came when I told you to. “Me, either.” I suck her breast into my mouth again and toy with her nipple. “Does anything about this feel like the usual to you?” You may think you won’t, but I know better.” “Like you’re going to come?” I root my fingers deeper inside her and concentrate my effort on her clit. “Are you going to come?” I know the answer, but I want to hear her say it.

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