Chapter Thirty-Four #2
I reward her by stabbing my tongue into her pussy.
A sharp exhale—she grips my hair, then moves with abandon, riding my face as she seeks her pleasure.
I wish she were naked so I could see her breasts jiggle, but her in a dress like she’s the one in charge isn’t bad either.
Her face is stunning as the gathering bliss flushes her cheeks.
An unfamiliar emotion pierces me. My heart drums, blood roaring in my head. I grip her ass and focus on devouring her. Her breathing roughens, and suddenly she lets go of my hair and arches her back with a cry. Her juices gush as she climaxes long and hard, shuddering over and over against my face.
She falls forward, supporting her weight on her palms, her arms shaking. I run gentle hands over her quivering body as she sucks in air.
“Oh my God,” she murmurs, then straightens. Her face is soft with a spent orgasm.
My eyes on hers, I wet my finger with her juices on my face and brush it over the two spots on my cheeks Selena air-kissed. “All clean.”
The banked heat in her gaze blazes again. I glide my finger between her swollen, drenched folds, drawing a whimper. She grips my wrist, then looks around. “Where’s a condom?”
I reach for the drawer in the nightstand and dump the entire box on the bed.
“I only need one.”
I cock an eyebrow. “Don’t bet on it.”
Laughing softly, she takes a packet and rips it open with her teeth.
I watch as she pulls out the rubber and positions it over the tip of my eager cock.
She rolls it down the thick length, her face set in intense concentration.
Then she grips my jaw and looks down at me.
I enjoy her taking charge—a sign that she’s comfortable enough to show me a completely new side.
“You’re about to get thoroughly fucked.” She leans down, her soft hair falling over us, and kisses me hard, her tongue invading my mouth. I suck it hard, then glide mine along it in a teasing gesture. She withdraws, and nips the spot on my neck she ravaged in the car.
Trails of kisses follow my collarbone, over my chest and nipples. Jolts of pleasure shoot through me at the feel of her tongue on them. I never knew they could be so sensitive.
She runs her mouth over my abs. Her hair swirls and drags over my skin, but somehow avoids my desperate cock. When it twitches, silently begging for attention, she merely laughs, presses a kiss on my belly button.
“Freckles…I’m dying here.”
“Yeah?” She lays a hand on my chest. “This heartbeat feels pretty strong.” She grips the base of my throbbing cock. “Mmm. Here, too.”
I hiss as she squeezes.
A self-pleased smile tugs at her mouth. She positions herself over me. My entire being trembles with anticipation. Slowly, she lowers herself—about two inches. My eyes roll at the incredible sensation of having her envelop my cockhead.
She moves slowly, either unsure of herself or wanting to make me die from need. The desire to drive into her hard and fast pounds into my head, but I hold on to an increasingly slippery control. This is her show. Her venting her emotions.
She goes down halfway before raising herself.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
She shoots me a flinty look, licking her lips. “Guess.”
Before my mind can process that, she starts moving again, keeping the penetration shallow and teasing. An unbearable pressure builds in my balls. But I can’t come like this. It’s nowhere near enough.
“Please, Freckles.”
At my desperate plea, her lowered lashes flutter. She glides a little deeper. I groan, frantic with need. The next penetration—a tad lower, but not enough.
Relief and agony crash over me. My control shatters.
I brace my feet on the bed and push into her with all my strength. She cries out and increases the tempo. I slip a finger between our bodies and flick her throbbing clit. Her nails dig into my shoulders, deep enough to draw blood. I only impale her more deeply.
She lets out a sharp cry as she comes. I thrust even more ruthlessly, bumping into her G-spot, not giving her a chance to catch her breath. A few more pumps and she climaxes again, her scream earsplitting. Lust pounds in my veins, and I keep going, pushing her higher.
She shakes all over. “N-no, I can’t—”
“Just—one—more. Let me redeem myself,” I pant, desperate to make her feel good, needing to show her all the benefits of our relationship.
Her nails rake my chest, and even the pain feels like pleasure.
Tension coils tightly through her. Her eyebrows knit, and her inner muscles clench, making my vision blur. She arches her back as she hits her third peak. Her mouth is open, but no scream comes out.
Hot fluid splashes my belly. I impale her for the final time. I explode, letting out a guttural shout.
She drops on me, her head buried in the crook of my neck. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. “What was what?” she says breathlessly.
“Unless I’m mistaken, female ejaculation?”
Gasping, she raises her head. “But I’ve never—”
“My Magic Dick. It can do anything.”
She laughs. “Was that capitalized?”
“And trademarked.” I grin up at her. “And it belongs to only one woman: you.”
Something complicated crosses her face. But before I can examine it, she kisses me, and suddenly the universe can wait.