“Keep going,” he groans, leaving me to take over our pace.
He cups my breasts, kneading and stroking them as his mouth slides all over them, kissing, sucking, and biting.
My nipple throbs as he sucks it, and arousal runs from me and over his cock that’s buried inside me.
“Tate,” he groans. “Fuck.”
I grip his shoulders tighter, using them as an anchor so I can ride him harder. Each time I slide down, the coiling pressure in my core winds tighter.
“Sullivan, I’m going to come,” I whimper.
“Yeah, you are. I can feel your cunt getting wetter. Let me have it, Baby.”
His filthy words only make me clench harder around him.
“Good girl,” he hisses as I squeeze him.
His hands drop to my ass and his lips slide up my windpipe in rough kisses as I arch up, chasing my release.
“Fuck. Let it go. Let me feel it.”
I dig my nails into his shoulders as I come. It’s just as hard as when I came on his mouth, but this time I have more to grip onto. My body clenches around his thick length as it slides in and out of me with growing urgency.
“I can feel you coming on me, Tate. Fuck, you make me lose my goddamn mind,” Sullivan grits, his grasp moving to hold my hips with bruising force as he thrusts faster.
His entire torso stiffens and his cock swells inside me.
“Tate,” he growls, coming hard.
He drags me up and down his cock, slick heat slipping all over where we join as we both succumb to our orgasms with rough need and wring out every tiny bit of pleasure we can from them.
“Jesus.” Sullivan drops his head back against the sofa cushion, his grip softening on me.
I pant, trying to catch my breath as the corners of his lips curl. His dark lashes fan out over his hooded lids as he gazes at me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, seeming intent to just sit and look at me.
I reach up and trace one of his dark brows with the tip of one finger.
“I could say the same about you.”
“Stay,” he breathes.
“What?”
He licks his lips, eyes intent on mine. And even though his gaze is soft and filled with bliss, there’s a deadly seriousness beneath the surface.
“I want you in my bed all night.”
“What about Molly? What if she wakes up?”
“Let me worry about that,” he says.
He leans forward, capturing my lips in a soft kiss.
“Stay.”
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