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She cracks open her eyelids, and I hold her gaze, increasing the pace of my movements. I pull back one last time, and this time, when I thrust into her, I order, "Come for me, baby. Come right now."

Her pussy squeezes my dick, her mouth opens in a silent cry, and she shatters. I fuck her through the aftershocks, then lower my forehead to hers.

She stares at me with drugged eyes. "You didn’t come?"

"Oh, I’m not done yet."

"W-h-a-t?" She swallows.

"I’m going to take your arse, baby," —I search her features— "if you’ll let me..."

She holds my gaze, then nods.

"You sure?"

"I am."

"Definitely sure?"

Her lips curve up as she says, "Yes."

A hot sensation grips my chest. I kiss her again, and once more, she opens up to me so completely, it’s like she’s drawing from my soul. I soften the kiss, rub my nose against hers, then pull out. She whimpers, and the sound goes straight to my cock.

I flip her on her front and pull up her hips until she’s balanced on her knees. I press down on her upper back, and she obediently juts out her arse.

Her heart-shaped butt is right there, positioned for me.

I rub the faint pink marks left by my earlier spanking, and she shudders. I bend over her, place my cheek next to hers. "I’m going to make this so good for you, baby. I promise."

20

Isla

He kisses me again. He nibbles on my lower lip, sucks on my tongue, and once more, that drugged sensation overcomes me. My limbs seem unable to hold up my weight, and I sink further into the mattress. He draws circles around my clit, then drags those magic fingers down to my slit. My already sensitized nerve endings spark. Moisture baths my core. He scoops it up, then smears it between my arse cheeks.

A shiver runs up my spine. He brushes my hair to one side, then kisses the nape of my neck. A languorous sensation bleeds through my veins. He nibbles kisses down my spine. All of my muscles liquify. That’s when he slides a finger inside me. I stiffen. He straightens and presses his cheek to mine. "Trust me, Isla."

In this, I can.

One-by-one, from thigh to shoulder, I allow my muscles to unwind.

"Good girl."

A blush sweeps my cheeks. When he praises me like this, it feels like everything is right with the world. With me. He adds a second finger, and I push back and into him. He brings his other hand up to toy with my nipple. He cups my breast, massages it, and a low moan slips from my mouth. That languorous sensation spreads to my extremities. My entire body is one melting blob. At this rate, I’m going to sink through the bed, and he’s going to have to scoop me off the floor. Reduced to droplets of lust by the lion-eyed alpha. A snort escapes me.

"What’s so funny?" I sense him smile.

"Nothing." Even my voice comes out slow, lazy.

He pulls out his fingers, and I feel the loss at once. I open my mouth to protest, but he’s already replaced it with something bigger and much wider. He nudges my opening.

"Relax, baby." He slides his hand around to play with my pussy lips. He rubs my clit, and the friction is sooo good. Goosebumps pepper my skin. I slip my knees wider apart, and he slides inside. He bends over me, the heat of his body a furnace against my back. He rubs his fingers down my slit, and...

What witchcraft is this? My entire body quivers. Vibrations radiate out from the point of contact. My arms and legs tremble. A whine spills from my lips, and he slides in. Too big, too much. He has me spread out around his cock, pinned to the bed with his monster shaft. It’s unlike any sensation I’ve felt before. It’s different, and so forbidden, and so very hot. I can’t explain it. Can’t speak. I simply shudder, trying to process the different feelings coursing through my body.

As if he feels my conflicting emotions, he presses his cheek to mine again. "You’re so fucking amazing baby. You feel so good. So tight. You’re rocking my world, LadyBird. How did I survive this long without you?"

A glow cocoons me. His words. Why do they mean so much? Why does everything inside me respond to his voice? His touch. The feel of his skin against mine. He rains kisses on the edge of my mouth, my cheek, on the sensitive skin behind my ear. He nips at the curve of where my shoulder meets my neck, and I clamp down on his cock.


Tags: L. Steele Erotic