Page 38 of Wicked Love


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“That’s it, love.” He slides in deeper, burying himself in me before stilling as I continue to quiver around his cock. Dipping his head, he kisses along my neck as he resumes his thrusts. His kisses continue over my collarbone and to the swell of my breasts. Reaching my nipple, he sucks it into his mouth, teasing it aggressively with his tongue and teeth so that I’m unable to control the feral groan rattling from me.

He sucks hard—painfully hard—and releases me with a pop. I’m on the verge of coming when he pulls himself from me and flips me onto my stomach. He reaches beneath me and pulls me onto his lap, slipping back into me as I straddle his thighs.

Kneeling beneath me, he grinds his hips against my ass as his arms snake around my body. His hands sensually roam over my body until one finds my throat, and he whispers in my ear, “Ride my cock until you’re coming all over me.”

Desperately needing to come after being denied my last orgasm, I slide myself over his length. From this angle, he’s so deep that he pleasurably hits my cervix when I take in all of him. Swirling my hips, I continue to slide him in and out of me.

Lightly squeezing around my throat, Samuel pulls my head to his shoulder as I ride him. My groans and whimpers only grow louder when his lips flutter against the side of my neck. He nips at me and sucks my skin into his mouth as he presses my hand between my thighs.

“Make yourself come,” he groans into my ear as he rubs my fingers over my clit. Releasing my hand, his travels toward my breast. He rolls and pulls at my nipple, and my senses are on overload.

“Fuck…I’m…going…” I pant the words as my thighs tremble against his. My clit pulses against my fingers, and I clench around him as my orgasm tears through me with a scream.

“To come?” Samuel teasingly whispers before shoving me face-down onto the mattress. He slams into me so hard, I nearly come again.

Fuck, both sides of him feel so good.

Grabbing my throat with enough force to cut off my ability to breathe, he continues to take me hard and fast from behind. I fist the sheets beneath me and whimper through each of his grunt-fueled thrusts.

CHAPTER THIRTY

SAMUEL

“Fuck. You’re. Perfect,” I growl as I continue to slam into her. She mewls with every relentless drive of my cock, her pulse slowly growing more thready beneath my thumb. Normally, I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes from my cock driving into her cunt, but I can’t pull my eyes from her tight hold of the sheets. Her grip is so fucking tense it’s causing her knuckles to grow more white as she struggles against the urge to fight me for air.

Fuck, she’s everything.

Growing more rigid inside of her with every thrust, and knowing I’m done for, I release her throat. Fisting the sheets beside her, my hips spasm against her round ass. My cock twitches, and a breathy groan rattles from my lungs as I fill her with my release, painting her walls with my cum.

Exhausted, I fall against her back. Her skin is flushed, yet cool and covered in sweat, and I can’t get enough of how amazing she feels against me. Bracing myself on my forearms, so I don’t crush her, I kiss across the salty skin between her shoulders.

“I don’t only take care of you,” my lips trail up her neck to her ear, “you take care of me, love. More than you’ll ever know.”

Lifting my hips, I begin to pull my softening cock from her, when she groans, “Stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper.

“No, stay inside me.” Her words are breathy and broken as she pleads with me.

“I’d leave my soul inside you, love.”

Holding her hips to keep me buried in her, I roll us both on our sides. She tucks her legs as I bend mine, leaving her spooned tightly against me, my semi-hard cock fully seated inside of her.

My arms wrap securely around her, and I can feel her breaths slowing. As much as I want to talk to her about things, it’s late, and I know she’s exhausted. And—while the reason for this feeling escapes me—I want to enjoy this moment of the two of us being this connected.

I don’t know what it is she’s doing to me.

I’ve never fucked a woman the way we just did. Not once have I ever allowed a woman to use me for their own gratification. I’m the reason they get to come. Or it’s the other way round, and I’m taking what I need from them. But I fucking loved the way it felt having her pleasure herself with her fingers and my cock.

And fuck, staring into her eyes.

She truly felt like mine, coming around my cock as I peered into her soul. I feel it even now, with my cock, having grown soft, soaking inside her as she sleeps. Cockwarming when she’s awake is controlling, but I don’t feel the least bit dominant inside of her right now.

No, this just feels…

Intimate.

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