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But still not enough. She suddenly felt empty. Achingly empty and desperate.
“Please!” she sobbed, her hips trying to lift. “I need—” But she didn’t know what she needed. Only that the buildup continued to rise, not cresting over even as his rhythm slowed and became intent on breaking her.
His hand slid down her ass and between her legs. His fingers pushed inside her, filling the emptiness to her relief as they thrust just where she needed them, adding an even tighter spike of pleasure from inside.
She screamed as her body pulsed and writhed in relief.
It was more relief than she realized. Her mind went numb as it felt like she lost control of herself in another way, but her orgasm was clenching around his fingers and she couldn’t wrap her mind around what had happened.
When she’d collapsed against the table, feeling wrung out and embarrassed, Montrell lifted his head. His eyes were wide and so intent as he stared at her. There was a wetness to his beard that made her want to crawl into a hole and die.
“Fuck, you can squirt?” he asked, his tone one she hadn’t heard before.
She shook her head, still too dazed to focus.
When he slid his fingers out from inside her, she felt a clenching and whimpered. “Please. No more.”
Montrell shoved his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.
The sight made her throb. It was too much, and she tried to curl up in a ball, but only her torso could curl.
Montrell moved her legs off his shoulders when she whimpered. “Oh, baby,” he murmured. As her body finally curled into itself, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her against his chest.
He collapsed in the chair he’d shoved out of his way at some point, holding her close. “Shh, I’ve got you.” His erection pressed against her ass, but his hands were gentle as they stroked over her back. “Sorry, Bea. I got carried away.”
Her body was limp mush, and her mind felt the same way. A sniffling sob caught her off guard, and she buried her nose into his neck.
“Oh, fuck, no, you’re safe. It’s all over. You came so beautifully. You rocked my world, Bea.” His arms engulfed her, bringing a peace that unfurled something warm inside her chest. It didn’t take away the tears, but her face snuggled against him as her body relaxed into his strength.
“So I got wet this time?” she asked, her words almost slurring.
His arms tightened. “Stop judging yourself. You were perfect. Your body works just as it should.”
He sounded stern instead of sweet, but his tone let the rest of her worry seep away.
She rubbed her damp cheeks against his shirt, the buttons bumping her nose. Then her eyes drifted shut as her hands wrapped around his neck.
His breath ruffled her hair, but even that felt good. Warm and safe.
“Tired?” he asked.
She made a noise of assent as she held him tighter.
He held her tighter in return. “Sleep then. I’ll get you home.”
She liked the sound of that. It felt like she really had a home he could take her to.
Chapter 21
Montrell brushed Beatrice’s hair back from her face. Her nose crinkled in the most adorable way before she pushed it against his neck. She really was asleep.
Or passed out from pleasure. The thought didn’t calm his erection any, but that didn’t matter. She’d completely given up control to him. His beard was still damp with the proof of it.
He tried not to think too hard about his discovery. His body would never calm down then. A little G-spot stimulation had led to wonderful things.
He knew what toy to get her next.
Goddammit, he was still tipsy. It had made him ruthless and demanding. He’d wanted to give her three orgasms, one more than last time, but he’d exhausted her.
