Page 53 of Fractured Freedom

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“Oh, God. Please do it. Please.” She begged because she knew I was right. I knew her pussy wanted anything in it at this point.

Lilah had always been greedy when it came to her sexuality with me. We’d been greedy with each other, and it was only right that I reminded her of it before she brought another guy into the mix.

Damn, the idea that another man would even get remotely close to my little lamb had me wanting to turn into a wolf—a wolf that would protect its prey.

I slid her shorts and panties to the side so I could tease her entrance and feel how wet she was. I dipped my head just enough to breathe in her pussy. “Smells as good as I remember, Lamb.”

She whimpered, “This can’t be happening.”

“It is. You knew it would too. You still look at me with that same fire in your eyes. I’m not going to forget that look, even if it’s from a lifetime ago.”

“I just want…” She drifted off, too lost in her pleasure to finish her sentence.

I needed to hear it, though. Her begging was my addiction, one that roared back to life the moment she started. “Lilah, words.”

“I just want to get off, Dante. Please just let me get off. You know how to do it, you know what I need.”

Smiling, I placed one rock at her ass, and she gasped at the cool feeling against her virgin hole. “Still protective of some places, I see.”

Without giving her time to tell me any different, I placed the other cool rock at her glistening, pink entrance, and she bucked in response.

“Careful,” I growled. “I need you relaxed. So put those hands on your pretty tits for me, baby. Roll your nipples between your fingers. Just like that.Good girl.Such a good little lamb.”

I swear her clit pulsed at my praise. Then I slid the rock inside her fast. I wanted the temperature so cold that her pussy tightened instantly around it. With just the right amount of her arousal coating it, I got the exact response I wanted. She contracted around that rock and my finger like she needed it to breathe her last breath.

“Dante, holy shit,” she mewled as she arched off the bed. Her hands worked her breasts while I scissored my fingers inside her. “I’m going to come,” she panted, and I was pleased to see her nipples standing erect, her head thrown back, and her hair messed up around her face like she’d lost all her inhibitions.

This was the Delilah I’d fucking yearned for over the years.

This was the one I knew still existed because we didn’t get to turn off the passion between us, even if something else got in the way.

I knew my cock couldn’t take much more of seeing her like this before it would seek out its rightful place. So I pinched her clit in rhythm with her riding my hand.

“I can’t… This is…” Delilah couldn’t articulate what she needed. It was how I wanted her. I wanted her to realize I was the only man who could push her to the brink.

Right when she was about to hit her orgasm, I stopped everything to command, “Eyes on the stranger who knows your body better than you know yourself.”

They whipped open and sliced through me, fury and pleasure and desire and need all in one gaze. “Don’t you dare stop, Dante.”

“One breath.” I pushed my thumb hard into her clit, and she hissed.

“Two breaths.” I lowered my head to lick it better, and she moaned. “Count for me, Lilah.”

“Three,” she whispered as I took a bite of her thigh.

“Four,” she whimpered as I slid a third finger into her.

“Five.” I barely heard her as I sucked her clit and then let my tongue explore down to her center.

“Six and seven is heaven, Lamb,” I murmured as I stared up at her and pushed the rock into her G-spot.

She screamed outheavenover and over as she orgasmed like it was her first time ever getting there.

Delilah Hardy coming around my hand literally could have kept a dying soldier alive. That girl rode an orgasm right, like she’d studied it, and she was fucking valedictorian of it too. The way she let her whole body feel it, the way her pussy pulled me in, the way her hips moved like water, trying to lap up the damn world.

She might have been screamingheavenlike I’d delivered her there, but she didn’t know shewasheaven.

She was my heaven wrapped up in a tiny lamb.


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