“Then take, Sloane, it’s yours.”
Her blues bounce between mine, and I stare right back, showing her all of me. She can have it. All of it.
All ofme.
Chapter Thirty-two
Iroll my hips over his hard length beneath me, eyes rolling back at the sensation, but I need and want more.
Sliding down his body, I tuck my fingers into the waistband of his pajama pants and begin to tug them down. He watches intently, his muscles taut, breaths coming in hard, heavy pants. I drag them down until his cock slaps against his pelvic bone but stop dead when I see the silver balls catching in the room's light.
“You’re pierced,” I gasp.
He smirks and reaches for his heavy cock, grasping the thick shaft in his hand as he gives it a tug and then sweeps his thumb over one ball of his piercing. “You’re staring at it like you want to eat it, Sloane.”
Because I do.
I really fucking do. But he’s so big, I felt the size of him beneath me, but I didn’t really think about it. But now that I’m looking… fuck.
“It’ll fit.” His mouth still has that kicked up smirk, a little cocky, but it does something to me because I like it.
“In my mouth?” I question.
“In both,” He jerks himself again, and the tip of him leaks precum, a bead of creamy white liquid forming on his crown. “Choose Sloane,” He growls, “Before I choose for you. I’m a desperate man, and I’m about to break.”
My eyes snap to him. I see it, the needy way he’s looking at me, the slight parting of his lips, the blown pupils. He breathes heavily and fast, so I lean down and I lick up the saltiness from the tip of him. He lets out a low groan that zaps warmth through my body, every single muscle tightening at the sound of his pleasure.
Taking the crown of him into my mouth, I let my tongue flick against that sensitive underside of him and his hips buck beneath me, but when I circle the piercing, the metallic taste of the metal an odd sensation in my mouth, he loses it. His fingers curl into the sheets, his groan coming out louder than before.
“Fuck, Sloane!”
Wetness pools between my legs, muscles tightening at the sound of my name groaned like that. I’m not sure I’ve ever been wanted the way Dean wants me.
I lower my mouth down his shaft, but then his hand snakes into my hair, and he tugs, pulling me from him with a gentle force that leaves only a quick bite of pain behind. I flick my eyes to his face, looking at him from beneath my lashes.
“As divine as your mouth is, Butterfly, I need you to ride me. We can revisit this later.”
He kicks his pants the rest of the way off, leaving him entirely nude. Muscles upon muscles, his body is so perfectly defined, I’d imagine he’d be any artist’s dream. Right now though, he’smine.
I crawl back up him, stretching my thighs back over his hips as I reach beneath me and grasp his cock. I line him up, loweringenough that the tip of him notches at my entrance. A breath rushes from me, but I keep lowering, the stretch of him making my muscles tighten.
“Relax,” He soothes, whispering his fingers down my spine, “Take it slow.”
“You’re so fucking big,” I complain, shifting my hips to try to take more.
“Am I supposed to apologize?” He chuckles.
I lift my hips, letting him slide out, and my eyes roll back, the pleasure loosening my restraint some, and I take more, lowering until I almost have all of him inside of me. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching in his cheek.
“Fuck, Sloane,” He groans, reaching for the hem of the tee. He tugs it up until he can’t reach further, so I finish the job for him, ripping it over my head to throw it down onto the floor. His eyes devour me, from my clavicles to my pussy and the way it stretches to fit him. “Beautiful.” He murmurs. His hands slide up my stomach, where he takes my breasts into his hands and rolls his thumbs over my nipples.
I need more. So much more.
I gasp as I push myself down, fully sitting, wedging all of him into me.
“Fuck!” He growls, his breath rushing from his nose.
“Just give me a minute,” I breathe, gently moving my hips back and forth to allow my body time to adjust. I feel so full, like he’s everywhere, and I can’t tell where he begins, and I end. I grind against him, his cock sawing in and out of me just enough, and each move becomes smoother. My lips part to allow my breathing to fall easier, and I use his chest to balance myself. It doesn’t take long to fall into a rhythm, the bite of pain I felt attaking all of him now a pleasure that has my skin prickling and goosebumps following.
