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I slide a finger inside her while I lick her asshole. She moans her pleasure.
“Skye,” I say, my voice low as I thrust my fingers into her and massage that velvety place inside while, with my other hand, I find her clit. “Come. Now.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
She bursts.
Garbled words float from her mouth to my ears. She clamps her hands against the edge of the marble countertop. Her pussy tightens, loosens, tightens, loosens—all on my finger, and I’m so in tune to her pleasure that I swear to God, I feel like she’s coming on my cock.
“Braden!” she cries out. “Yes, Braden, Braden!”
I continue my chant. “Come. Now. Come. Now.”
I pull another climax out of her and then another. She’s limp against the granite countertop.
“That’s right,” I say. “Keep coming. Give me another one.”
Each times she clamps around my fingers, I want to give her more. I want to take her to the heavens, to paradise. I want her to know, in her soul, that only I can give her what she’s feeling at this moment.
“Give me more, baby. More.”
Again she responds to my command. Again. And again.
Oh, yes. There’s a submissive inside this woman just dying to burst out. How many orgasms will she give me? Who will tire first? Will she?
Or will I?
I know I won’t. It’s become a competition.
A competition I will win. Hands down.
“Keep going,” I urge. “Again.”
She braces herself once more against the counter, still coming all over my hand. My whole wrist is wet with her juice. It dribbles down my forearm, wafts to my nose, and I inhale her potent perfume.
“One more, Skye.”
“Can’t,” she grits out.
“You can.”
“No. Please. I can’t. Stop.”
Point. And. Match.
In a flash, I replace my fingers with my cock, ramming into her. I thrust and thrust and thrust, my groans a hum of vibration around the bubble of lust encircling us.
I fuck her hard and fast, again and again, until I plunge deeply into her. “God! Skye!”
I come quickly and urgently, giving everything to her with that last thrust. My whole body throbs in time with my cock. My blood boils. My flesh prickles.
All the while, her hands stay glued to the countertop.
I remain embedded in her, reveling in the euphoria floating around us like an invisible dome.
And I think, for a split second, that I never want to be without her in my life. Damn.
After a few minutes, I pull out and zip and snap my pants.
