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She was the last person I wanted to go down on ever again.
I’d achieved paradise.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
MERRICK
Her body slowed and her eyes flew open, dazed. My stiff jaw popped, but I barely noticed.
Her scent was soaked into my skin. Her taste was on my tongue, in the back of my throat. Triumph burned in my chest and in my groin. Begging for a release of my own. I bent and kissed her swollen clit and she whimpered.
“That’s a good girl,” I said softly.
I glanced at my phone and the screen lit up. It was almost two in the morning.
I’d eaten her pussy for over two hours. And every minute of it had felt like paradise, even when my tongue cramped and my jaw locked. It still felt like the best fucking way I’d ever spent the night.
Even for just one orgasm, it was worth it.
“I’m sorry it took so long,” she whispered.
“Don’t apologize,” I ordered, pushing myself onto my knees. “Just let me come on your stomach.”
Her eyes widened and she nodded, her fingers twisting in the sheets. I ran my hand over her slick pussy, gathering her wetness, and wrapped my hand around my cock. Jerking it slowly with my eyes locked on her face.
Watching her take in my pleasure.
Her eyes were fixed to my erection. Her pretty tits rose and fell, her stomach muscles tensing. She was still aroused, transfixed by the sight of me jerking myself off.
Fuck, that felt good.
Pleasure surged down my spine and I came hard, gritting my teeth. All the tension I’d built up while eating her came rushing out of me as I painted her lower belly with my cum.
Marking her. Making her mine.
I let out a soft groan at the sight of her on her back with her legs spread. My release on her skin, pooling in her pierced navel. Her dark hair spread over the white pillows. Stark in the pale moonlight coming in through the window.
A soft warmth blossomed in my chest.
More potent than arousal.
“Merrick, are you okay?” she whispered.
I shook my head once. “Yes, sorry. You’re just so fucking sexy like that. All covered in my cum.”
I bent and she leaned up, her arms locking around my neck, and kissed my mouth. When she drew back, she had a smug, satisfied look on her face.
“I can taste myself on your lips,” she said.
I kissed her again, already hard. If she wasn’t still virgin, I’d have parted her legs and fucked her slowly. Made love to her for the rest of the night until we passed out from exhaustion.
Fucked. That’s what I meant. Not made love.
I pushed myself up into a sitting position and ran a hand through my hair to push it back. For a moment, I fought the urge to look back at her. Things were moving fast. I knew they would.
But it was making me nervous.
Clara was in my bed.
