Page 209 of Buy Back My Love

“Baby, please.”

Instead of giving me what I wanted, Van bent down and kissed the back of my thigh, then worked his way higher, taking his sweet-ass time while I was still throbbing from how close he had gotten me.

“Van…”

His hands spread my thighs wider before his tongue found me again, and I dropped my forehead against the mattress.

I was already too sensitive from the first orgasm, and he knew it. He teased me slowly, giving me just enough to keep me right there before backing off whenever my hips started moving harder against him.

“Please,” I breathed again.

Van’s hand tightened around my thigh, holding me exactly where he wanted me. I couldn’t take it anymore and reached between my legs, but he caught my wrist before I could touch myself and pulled my hand away.

“Uh-uh.”

I looked back at him, breathing hard. “Van.”

He came up behind me slowly, his chest pressing against my back while one hand slid around my waist. I could feel his dick against my ass, hard as hell and close enough to make me push back into him on instinct.

Van held my hips still. “You want this dick that bad?”

“Yes.”

His mouth brushed my ear. “Then quit rushing me.”

I had officially had enough of Evander Coleman and his damn rules.

Before he could start teasing me again, I turned around, pushed him flat onto his back, and climbed over him. Van let me do it too, just lying there watching while I reached between us and wrapped my hand around him.

I guided him where I wanted him and lowered myself onto him slowly. The first stretch made me stop and breathe, but I wasn’t getting off this man now. I kept going, taking a little more at a time until I finally had all of him inside me.

Van’s hands slid up my thighs and locked around my hips while I sat there for a second, full as hell and catching my breath under the weight of his stare.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice low. “Take what you been begging me for.”

I put my hands on his chest and started moving, slow at first while I figured out exactly what felt good. Van let me find my rhythm without rushing me, his hands sliding over my hips while he watched.

Once I found the angle I wanted, I stopped being careful, and his grip tightened.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Right there.”

I kept going, letting myself enjoy the way he looked at me and the way his hands moved over my body like he had been waiting just as long for this as I had. When I reached for my breast, Van’s eyes followed my hand before he sat up and pulled me against him.

He took my nipple into his mouth again, and that was almost enough by itself. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders while he held me close, his mouth moving over my skin as the pressure inside me kept building.

“Van…”

He lifted his head. “I know, baby.”

Something about that low, calm voice damn near finished me. Van wrapped one arm tighter around my waist while I kept moving, even when my legs started shaking.

“Ride this dick, baby,” he said against my ear. “Get what you need.”

I held onto his shoulders and did exactly that.

“That’s it.” His hand tightened on my hip. “Use me.”

I buried my face against his neck, getting closer with every movement.