Fuckingfuckfuck,I’m gonna bust. Blushing so hard it’s embarrassing, I peek at him.
His gaze burns with desire.
Even after finding out what I’ve… been through, he still wants me. He loves me. They’re tangible things I can’t question anymore. The distinctive light inside of him beams from his smile.
“There’s my baby,” he murmurs. I bite my lip. A pained expression scrunches his brow. “You’re so damn gorgeous.”
Then he ducks his head.
Oh—
“God,” I moan as his warm, plush lips cover my hole. He hums, torturously sucking my rim. The tip of his tongue flicks. Circles. Nudges. My untouched cock lurches, demanding attention. I’m reduced to a quivering, whimpering mess while he goes at my ass like an animal.
“You’re gonna kill me with that fucking mouth,” I pant. My abs cramp as I rock against his face, but I hardly notice because it feels so fuckinggood. Too good. Can I come like this? I don’t know but I’m not ready yet—
Suddenly, cold air hits my soaked hole. Remy peels my hands from my thighs, laces our fingers and guides them over my head with excruciating slowness as he prowls up my body.
My heart rate escalates.
I’m surrounded by him. Breathing in his air. Touching his naked skin. Listening to his ragged pants. Looking into the most vibrant shade of hazel I’ve ever seen.
“I love you,” he whispers.
Those three small words are my lifeline.
My head rises enough to mouth, “I love you too,” against his lips. A possessive sound emanates from his throat. I’m smiling as he smashes our mouths together, his hips lowering—
We gasp as the hot, throbbing length of his cock rests on mine. His weight drops fully and a moan punches out of me. I need him inside me.Now.
As if reading my mind, he breaks our kiss. “Lube?”
“Nightstand. Top drawer.”
He releases one of my hands to retrieve it, flicking the cap open with his thumb.
“Hand, please.”
I extend it, palm up. He pours out a generous amount.
“Get us wet, baby.”
Of course, I jump to do what he says, slathering his cock, squeezing and twisting at the tip. A delicious groan vibrates from his throat. Fuck, he makes the most addictive sounds. I’m obsessed with how hard and heavy he feels…
“Win,” he snaps.
I thumb his slit.
“WinstonfuckingRhodes.”
I bat my lashes and tighten my grip.
Stroke.
Annnnd—
A full growl. “Enough playing and get that sweet little hole ready for me.”
Don’t blow. Don’t blow. Don’t blow.
