Page 11 of More Than Him

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“Dun… please,” I beg him, everything so… much.

“You’ll fucking wait, Lani. You took this from me. Now you take what I give you.” Holy hell. I love it when he gets commanding. His hands grip my thighs pulling me further to the edge of the bed. Putting me as he wants me, he tongue fucks me over and over, taking a second to lick me from rosette to clit. Hell. I forgot how much I loved it when he licked me there. “Just like I remember, except better.”

Oh God. I am literally face fucking him, racing toward the end game. I need to come like I need to breath. I am going to die if he doesn’t. “Ahhhhh!!” I catapult over the abyss straight into outer space as his teeth bit my clit right before his finger plunges into me, sending blind. I am still gasping for air when I feel him kiss my pussy one more time before climbing on top of. I feel his cock as it rubs against my clit, causing me to shake, everything so sensitive right now. When the hell did he take his pants off? He commandeers my mouth, sharing a taste of me, and once again I am primed for him. When his hand lands over my heart, something we used to do to one another, meant to calm us both before we connect in the most primal way, something in me snaps and I remember all the reasons this cannot happen. “I can’t do this,” I say pushing him off me with no real intent. His eyes dare me to really say no.

“Say it again,” he says before his mouth sucks one of my nipples and all prior thought is lost. A needle pierces a part of my skin, sending sparks straight to my clit and once again I find myself soaring through the air, yelling my release. Holy shit. And then there is darkness.Chapter NineLailaniOh shit. I have no clue how long I was out of it, but it obviously didn’t stop him. I am roused from my faint, by the feeling of being lit on fire. Rolling my head back and forth, I feel his wet mouth moving from one nipple to the other moaning, sucking, and biting. My hands go to his head pulling him further into me, keening as I spread my legs, telling him I am ready for him and I need him. Is this what four months of being without does to you? “You welcoming me home, baby?”

“Please Dun, I need you,” I say close to begging him.

“I need you too baby.” I feel him slide inside of me and my whole world changes once again. It’s poetic how one intimate connection can fill your soul. He begins to move much like our morning lovemaking, slowly and with love that can’t be denied. His whole body engulfs me, that sense of safety and contentment consuming me as he moves in and out of me, our mouths and body getting reacquainted. It doesn’t escape me that every part of me is covered by him except my stomach. The care he exhibits to not put pressure on our child, clutches at me, telling me this man is going to take care of this baby, even if we are not meant to be. His body still ensconced inside of me, his mouth finds my nipples once again, as his hand moves between us. I can’t help but cry out as my body meets his stroke for stroke. Frantic, I grab his ass, spread further open and pull him into me harder, needing him to take me like he used to. “Shh. Calm down baby. I got you, greedy girl. Slow down before you hurt my baby,” he says reprimanding me with a smile on his face.

“Fuck me, asshole,” I say to him before biting his lip. I see the moment his body tenses. Lifting up, he grabs my legs, lifts them over his arms and slams inside of me, sending my head spinning with the building.

“How the fuck was I supposed to walk away from million-dollar pussy like this huh? Was I supposed to let you go and take my heart with you? I was always going to come for you, baby. Just like you're going to come for me.” His last words before he pinches my clit and I scream, finally letting go of the orgasm that was sizzling inside of me. I hear him roar as he fills me with the seed that made the life inside of me. Our combined desire drips between us, both of us at a loss of air. He rolls off of me dragging me to him so we're facing one another. We meet each other in the middle, our kisses, slow and filled with regret and hope. For now.


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