Page 24 of Coveted By Cupid

My voice gets stuck in my throat, unsure how to respond. Why is he being…romantic? He’s making connections where none exist. And yet, his words hit deep, like some fated coincidence.

His face drops to my chest, eyeing my breasts hungrily. He licks his lips, gliding a finger between my cleavage. I shiver at the simple touch fueled with intention. He cups my right breast, leaning over to capture my left nipple in his molten mouth.

I gasp, arching my back and pushing my breast further into his mouth. With a pleased groan, he suckles on me, switching sides to give the other breast the same attention.

He releases my breast from his mouth with a wet pop, his lips puffy from sucking on me. “These tits are made for me. They’re the perfect mouthful.”

Dirty words never got me off before. And yet, Cupid has a way of making smut talk a powerful narratophilia.

Slowly, he licks a trail down to my navel, dipping his tongue into my bellybutton. I squirm, loving the tingles of delight rolling down my body from his attention.

When he reaches for my plain cotton bikini underwear, he looks back at me, as if he’s asking for permission to continue.

I nod, panting with anticipation.

Rough fingers grab the waistband of my last remaining piece of clothing. Unhurriedly, he tugs them down my legs, his eyes focused on my pussy.

Free of the garment, Cupid brings my underwear to his nose, breathing in my scent. All I can do is gape at him when he shoves my underwear into the back pocket of his jeans—a souvenir of our night together. He sees me watching him and smirks unabashedly.

“Fuck me,” he rasps as his eyes trail over my body and back to my face. “You’re stunning.”

A wave of warmth rushes over me. I’m not used to a man staring at me, like I’m someone worth looking at. My cheeks flush from his compliment, adding to my already heated skin.

Cupid eases himself between my legs, stretching out over my bed. He kisses the inside of my thigh, creeping upward with tantalizing nips and sucks from his mouth on my overheated flesh.

When he reaches the apex between my legs, he teases me by switching sides to my other thigh.

I groan, gripping the sheets with need.

He laughs softly against my leg, tickling me with his facial hair. “Are you eager for me to taste you, Psyche?”

“Yes!” I practically moan.

“Good,” he purrs in his rough voice, throwing my leg over his shoulder and opening me wider to him. “Because if you taste half as good as you smell, I will eat until I drain you dry.”

It’s the only warning I get before his hot mouth covers me. My body jerks upward from the intense first contact, and I gasp. His calloused hands wrap around my thighs, yanking me back to his greedy mouth. He latches on again, making me whimper.

Using the broadside of his tongue, he swipes through my folds. My head falls back with a groan. Each flick of his tongue makes me see stars behind my eyes.

When he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, driving me wild with need, I grab the back of his head, threading my fingers in his hair to anchor him in place. He hums, pleased with my reaction, and it sends more delicious tendrils of pleasure through my core.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, panting as I feel a wave of release encroaching. “Please don’t fucking stop.”

Cupid hears me loud and clear. He vigorously flicks my clit, sucking on it between runs of his tongue.

My head thrashes against the pillow, sweat building at my temples. He has me a mewling mess, captured by his god-like mouth.

A thick digit enters me, and my pussy greedily latches onto it, pulling it deeper into me. Cupid fucks me slowly with his finger, stretching me out to accommodate him later. He adds a second, and it’s nearly enough to send me over the edge.

As if Cupid can read my mind, he cranks up the pace, flicking my clit wildly while finger-fucking me like how I imagine he will with his cock. My thighs spread further, accepting all he offers.

“Give me your pleasure,” he growls from between my thighs, setting off the final spark I need.

My breath quickens as a rush of warmth crashes over me all at once. “CUPID!”

The orgasm sweeps through me, making me shake uncontrollably. I cry out through my climax, hanging on to my biker lover like my soul needs to be tethered or it will float away.

Cupid doesn’t relent, licking and sucking on me through my orgasm. And all I can do is accept the gift he’s giving me.