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When two fingers slide inside my body, I know what he’s looking for, and if any man can find it, it’s Sabre. “Right here,” he says, tapping against my G-spot. “This is the spot that’s going to make you squirt for me.”
“Do it now,” I tell him breathlessly. “I can’t wait.”
“I like it when you tell me what you want, precious,” he says, right before tapping my G-spot as he circles my clit with his tongue. Sabre isn’t shy about anything. He just gets right to work, and before I know what hit me, I’m coming all over the place.
If I thought it was going to be game over after one orgasm, I would have been very wrong about that. Sabre barely gives me a few minutes to recover before he’s doing it all over again.
“The first one was just to take the edge off, so I can take my time with you.”
Good Lord, this man is going to kill me with orgasms. I immediately get into it again, struggling to accept his slower pace. When my hips start moving against his tongue, he pins me flat with one forearm. It takes him practically no effort at all to hold me in place for his devilish tongue. The sheer, casual strength he uses ramps up my excitement. I reach down and run one hand through his short hair as he slides two thick fingers back inside my body. Curling his fingers, he keeps tapping my G-spot and twirling his tongue around my clit until I feel like I’m going insane with need. His slow, relentless rhythm and the way he holds me down so effortlessly make me wild with need. When he sucks my clit, it’s the last thing in the world I imagined happening, and it spikes my arousal yet again. Within seconds, I come screaming his name.
He eases back, and when I look down, the sexy bastard is looking all kinds of pleased with himself. Meanwhile, I’m a hot, sweaty mess. My hair is wrecked from thrashing my head back and forth in the throes of passion. I force myself to sit up.
“All right, my turn,” I tell him, although it takes all my effort to get the words out.
“Linsey, you don’t have to do that.”
“I want to, though.”
His face lights up. “I wasn’t sure if good girls gave blow jobs.”
I roll my eyes. “God doesn’t like liars, babe.”
Sabre just laughs, flinging back, “God doesn’t like premarital sex either, but here we are.”
By this point, he’s reclining on the bed, and I’m far too interested in playing with his thick cock to worry about our teasing back and forth. I can’t get my hand all the way around his girth. But he’s hot, heavy, and hard. So hard that his cock looks almost painfully swollen.
I lean down and swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, making him groan. After teasing him, I use both hands to stroke the length of him while taking him in my mouth. I take my time with him, just like he did with me. It takes a few tries to learn what makes his hands flex and his cock jerk in my hand. But when I finally figure it out, I feel like I am the queen of his world. A long string of praise mixed with profanity comes out of his mouth. I hollow my cheeks and take him as deep as I can.
“Enough,” he says harshly, pulling me off his cock. “When I come, I want it to be a pleasure we share.”
When he says that, it wrecks my world. He puts his hands under my armpits and pulls me up his body. I do my share to scramble within kissing distance. He rolls me under him. “Come here. You’ve been patient, and now it’s time for your reward.”
“Promise?” I ask with the biggest smile ever on my face.
“I’m a man of my word, remember?”
When he settles between my thighs, I bring my legs up to make more room for his big body. He just looks down, his gorgeous body hovering over me like a dark angel. I nod, and he pushes into me on one long, slow, relentless slide. The stretch turns into a burn. I don’t say anything because I don’t want him to slow down or stop.
Once he’s buried deep inside me, he stills and brings his forehead down to touch mine. We just hold like that until I get adjusted to having him filling me up.
“Fuck,” he breathes, reverent as church. “Being with you is much better than I thought it would be.”
I cup his face in my hands and murmur, “For me too. I’m glad I came tonight.”
When a slow smile curves up the corners of his mouth, I realize he’s taking that literally. “You came twice so far, and I’m nowhere near finished with you, darlin’.”
“Then you’d best get moving, handsome.”
When he laughs, the sound is low and dark. “Best give the lady what she wants, then.”
He starts with long, deep strokes that hit all the right spots. I feel my whole body light up with each slide of his thick cock in and back out of my body.
Very quickly, it’s not enough. We need more, and he delivers it. His control slowly slips, and he’s giving us both what we need with deep, driving thrusts that rattle the headboard. His hand slides under my hip to tilt me so every stroke hits my G-spot just right. I never knew sex could be so amazing.
I realize he’s whispering in my ear. His words are low and filthy and worshipful all in the same breath. I listen to him telling me how tight I am, how he loves how wet I get for him, and how long he’s wanted me. It’s heady stuff for a woman who never felt particularly wanted by a man.
I rake my nails down his back and raise my hips to meet him, thrust for thrust. Yeah, I’m a little demanding and a whole lot greedy, right up until my third orgasm of the night comes crashing down around me. I think that he’s going to chase his own orgasm, but he grinds out, “Not yet.”
