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“We can stop.”
“No,” I said, folding up to a seated position. “I don’t want to stop,” I added.
My hand slid over his pelvis, then down, closing around his length and stroking him to the base.
I wasn’t sure which of us groaned louder.
But hearing his need erased all previous bad memories of this particular act as I leaned down and slid my lips around him, then sucked him deep into my mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned as his hand went to the back of my neck. It was just a gentle pressure, not pushing me, not making me do what he wanted, just holding onto me as I started to work him with slow, deliberate movements.
His breath was fast and shallow.
His body twitched and tightened.
Delicious little sounds escaped him as I worked him, dragging a moan out of me that only had him cursing as the vibration moved through his cock.
I wanted to keep going.
Wanted to hear him as he got to the edge.
Wanted to taste his release.
But my own desire was a twisted, painful thing.
He popped out from between my lips and I looked up to find his eyes slitted.
His hand moved from my neck to trace below my swollen lower lip.
I reached for him, pulling him with me as I lowered back down to the bed.
This time, when he moved between my legs, his hard length rubbed against my cleft, and a throaty sound escaped me as a current shot through my body.
“Cain, now, please.”
Cain groaned as he sat back and reached for the wallet, pulling out a condom, and quickly slipping it on before letting me pull him back down.
My legs wrapped around his hips, my heels digging into his ass.
“Cain,” I cried.
He balanced his weight on his arms so he could push up and look down at me as his hips shifted, as the tip of him pressed against me.
The need was strong enough to make my thighs shake as he paused.
Then, gaze holding mine, he slipped inside me with one slow, deep thrust.
The stretch of him had a moan escaping me as he settled impossibly deep.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his whole body vibrating with the need to hold back to keep control over himself.
But that was the last thing I wanted.
I wanted him as desperate as I felt.
So I rocked my hips up into him.
“Move,” I begged, my hands digging into his back as I used his body as leverage to move my own.
