Page 23 of Lords of Betrayal


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“You know I love it when you do that.”

My hand is on my pussy with a mind of its own.

The earbuds make his voice sound like it’s right next to me. “While my tongue trips around your clit.”

“Oh!” He knows me all too well. His voice reminds me of the sure way his hands, his fingers, dance and excite me. Touch me exactly where I want to be caressed and trigger my deepest responses.

He always knows exactly what I want, almost before I know it myself. His grip, his rhythm, his touch leads me on. He knows me like a song.

“Then my tongue slips and zips in between your walls.”

“Yes.” God, I’m on my back. Knees up. I’m so wet.

“Sliding in flat.”

“Yes.”

“Strong.”

“Yes…”

“Firm.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Thickening as it reaches up.” His voice lowers. There’s a firm, rhythmic shudder in his throat.

“Alessio.” My nipples are sore. I pinch and twist them. But I can’t do it like he does. My thumbs are too small.

“Higher.”

I’m rising to a peak inside. I can barely get the words out, “Are you touching yourself?”

“I’m imagining your mouth on my cock.”

“Oh. Alessio.”

“While my tongue breaks into your pussy.”

“Alessio.”

“Reaching, stretching. Pushing up to the front.”

“Oh.”

“Finding your soft, secret button.”

I’m folding over. Clenching. Gathering. Rising up inside and spinning to a plateau.

“I love the taste of you. As you start to spill. And the wild pants of your breath as you plunge and suck on my cock.”

“Oh! I’m shaking. I’m on the edge, Alessio.”

“I’ll grab your ass and squeeze.”

“Alessio.”

“With my face buried in your pussy.”

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