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“Please, Marni.”

I eased down his shorts, letting that glorious length spring free, and held myself above him.

God, this cock just begged to be ridden. I wasn’t going to fuck him. Nope. But I was after the ridges half way down, and that was safe.

I touched my pussy to his hot, hard dick. Oh, I could bottle the moan that came out of his mouth. My slick folds glided over him, lips caressing him in an open-mouthed kiss. I angled my hips, his ridges catching my clit in the best way, and rocked.

Fuck.

My hands hit his chest. I stared into his eyes, seeing his disbelief and desire, an echo of what he must see in mine.

“You feel so good, kitten,” I breathed. “I knew you would. Feel how wet I am. Do you want to feel me come, baby? This dick’s gonna make me come so hard. You want that?”

“Yes, Marni. Please.” He bucked his hips, sending me sliding forwards—and his tip nudged at my entrance.

Oh, god, this was not part of the plan, and yet…

I’m not going to fuck him. I’m not.

With more self control than I knew I possessed, I drew back, resting my pussy on his crown.

I could tease him, couldn’t I?

Airida let out an anguished moan, muscles shaking. “Again. More. Even just a little. Please, Imani.”

My head swam. The power of hearing this big man beg me… I thought I’d tease him? My cunt pulsed, desperate to be filled. All it would take was one more tiny shift of my hips—or his—and he’d be inside me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Damn Fine

Airida

IMANI SLID HER wet cunt along the length of me. “You want this, kitten?”

Pathetic mewling came out of my mouth, but I didn’t care. “Please.”

Her scent surrounded me, heady jasmine and precious moonlight, and her voice dropped low and husky. “You have no idea how much I love it when you beg.” She ground herself over my ridges in small, fast movements, tiny gasps of pleasure escaping her.

My whole body trembled. Now I’d nudged into her wet heat—even if only for a second—I needed more with every fibre of my being.

She slid so slowly down. Up. And again, her scorching entrance over the tip of me. “You want to fill me with that big dick?”

I whimpered, mindless with need. I had nothing left. No shame, no beliefs, no hang ups. “Please. Please let me inside you. I’ll do anything.”

My cock strained, hard and insistent against her quim, her cunt, her soft, perfect wetness. So close. So close to being inside her at last, to joining with my Aimanei, to feel the clasp of her body.

I didn’t allow myself to hope. She’d say no. She always did.

On the barest of breaths, she whispered something I couldn’t make out.

“Imani…”

Her hand curled around me. She shifted, positioning me at her entrance, letting me taste that intoxicating heat.

Everything paused. Blood roared in my ears. Imani filling my vision, Imani promising bliss yet withholding it all at once.

Imani taking care of me with two clear words. “You sure?”