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Her head falls onto my shoulder, and her body goes limp in my arms. But I’m not done. Not even close. The thought drifts through my mind that I might never be done with the woman in my arms.
“Now, it’s my turn.” I keep her pressed tightly to me, marveling at the dampness and heat seeping through the two thin layers of fabric.
“Wrap your legs around me, angel.” I grab both of her thick thighs and lift, waiting until I feel her flex her legs around my waist. “Goddamn, you feel good. Your sweet, hot pussy rubbing against my cock.” I can’t help thrusting upward a few times. It takes all of my willpower to stop. “Angel. Fuck. Hold on.”
I carry her down the hallway into the office on the main floor. The house doesn’t have much furniture, and this room is the closest one with a rug and a condom. Thank god. If I tried to carry her to my bedroom, I’d end up taking her on the stairs.
Inside the room, I set her down on her feet. “Lay down on the rug,” I demand. I get a condom from the desk before I fall on her like a slavering beast.
She hesitates, pouring fuel on the fire inside me. With the beginnings of an idea, I grab the scissors from the desk as well.
“Are you scared of me, angel?”
Sloane shakes her head.
“Do you trust me?”
Her breath quickens, nipples tightening beneath her silky camisole as she gives me a tiny nod.
“Are you going to let me take care of you?”
She licks her lips. Responding with a breathy, “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” Fiery satisfaction blazes through me. Fuck, I’m going to own her body. Ruin it for anyone else. That is, if I don’t explode with unfulfilled desire first. “Now, lay down on the rug.”
Her body shivers, limbs barely supporting her as she lays down in front of me. She looks like a fucking wet dream in her silky pajamas, with her long, black hair spread across the rug. The morning sun shines on her through the window, adding a golden glow to her skin.
My cock throbs at the sight.
“You’re so damn gorgeous, angel.” Her eyes widen as she sees the strength of my desire for her tenting my pajamas. Unwilling to wait any longer, I kneel beside her on the rug.
“If you want me to stop, tell me. Otherwise, don’t move.” My fingers trace the skin along her inner arm while I wait for her answer.
She swallows, a wealth of desire and a hint of nerves in her voice as she says, “Yes, sir.”
I bring the scissors to the bottom of her camisole, cutting through inches of silk. I make sure the cool steel of the scissors slides along her skin with every snip as I cut through the length of the fabric. Once I’ve finished, I set the scissors to the side.
“Do you like that, angel?” I ask, parting the halves of silk so her chest is completely exposed. I barely register her nod, too overwhelmed with the bounty in front of me. Full breasts, creamy skin, pink pebbled tips. And from this point going forward, they’re all mine.
“Do you want me?” My voice is so raspy with need, I’m surprised she understands me. She responds with a nod.
Rewarding her, I give my full and enthusiastic attention to her glorious breasts, worshipping them with my mouth and hands. Learning what makes her moan and what makes her squeal with every bite, pinch, and flick.
“Please, Max.”
I pause in my assault, glancing up to see pure need on her face. “Please what, angel?”
“Touch me.”
I slide one hand between her legs over her pajama bottoms. My fingers find her moist heat while my palm presses against her mound offering friction to her swollen clit. Giving a moan of relief, Sloane throws her head back, tilting her hips until my fingers press against the silk, forcing it into her hidden depths.
Any semblance of control disappears at the feel of her pulsing around my fingers. Consuming heat takes over, vicious in its need.
I rip off her pajama bottoms, throwing my head back as her soft hand folds around my throbbing cock. It’s not enough. I need to be inside her. To feel her heat. Leave my mark on her body. Ride her so hard she always remembers who she belongs to.
Pushing my pants down, I tear at the foil wrapper. A second later, I’m poised between her legs, hovering over her, pressing my aching tip into her soft folds.
“Fuck, angel. You’re so tight.”
