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The wild, untamed Artemis lying in my bed with her gorgeous olive skin and dangerous curves on display for me and me alone. Her curls fan out on the pillow, framing her face as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and looks up at me with a desperate plea in her eyes. Goddamn. She’s perfect, a fucking masterpiece, and I could stand here and feast on the sight of her for hours before I ever even touched her. Although, after how worked up she got in the parking lot and on the drive back to the house, there is no way in hell she would let me get away with that. Besides, I wouldn’t last that long anyway. After the past twenty minutes, my body is strung tight and I know she and I could go all night. Hell, we just might. Once was never enough for us six months ago and I need her more now than I did before.

“Diego, please,” she whines, needy as hell. It’s such a perfect contradiction from the way she is in her everyday life but I know it’s just under the surface and if I make her wait too long, her fire will return with a vengeance. I bite back a groan as my cock strains against my zipper, begging for a taste of her.

“Keep touching yourself,” I instruct, my voice deeper than usual, as I stand and slip my cut off my shoulders, tossing it to the end of the bed. It’s amazing that she follows my commands easily, without a snappy comeback or a fight, but it’s always been that way between us. The first time I ordered her around in bed, during our weekend, I thought for sure she was going to slap me across the face. Imagine my surprise when she let out a moan instead. Izzy is not the submissive type and I’m not usually as controlling as I am with her but for some reason, when we come together, this is the end result. It works for us and I can’t question anything that feels this good, this natural. This thing between us just is and it’s why one night turned into three the first time we came together and why I haven’t been able to get her out of my head during the past six months.

Izzy’s fingers circle her clit and she stares at me with blatant lust lighting up her honey-colored eyes as I yank my t-shirt over my head. Her body bucks and a soft moan fills the room. She’s getting close again and with the memory of her last orgasm rushing through my mind, taunting me, I bite back a groan and unbutton my jeans. Her gaze drops to my waistline and as I lower the denim down my legs, she follows its path and when my cock springs free, she licks her lips.

Oh, fuck yes.

“Whatever you do, Iz, don’t stop touching your needy little clit. You hear me?” I ask and when she nods, a thrill runs through me. Fuck, this woman is perfect. I kick my boots and jeans off before wrapping a hand around the base of my cock and slowly stroking it in front of her, letting her watch me this time. Her fingers move faster and a needy whimper spills out of her. She drops her gaze to my dick again and her tongue darts out, dragging it along her bottom lip. I can practically see what she wants to do to me shining in her eyes but I want to hear her say it first so I walk closer to the edge of the bed and use my free hand to drag my thumb across her bottom lip as I repeat my words from the parking lot. “Tell me what you want, Izzy, and I’ll give it to you.”

The air rushes out of her as she meets my eyes. “I want to suck your cock.”

“Fuuuck,” I groan, gripping my length tighter as I palm her breast and give it a squeeze before slapping her skin. “Spin and lie on your back so your head is hanging off the bed.”

She moans and quickly moves into the position I want her in, her head hanging off the side of the bed as she looks up at me like she’d do anything I asked her to and my cock jumps.

“Open that pretty mouth, baby.” I rub the head of my erection across her lips, demanding entrance and she drops her jaw, giving me exactly what I need. She closes her lips around my length and hums, gripping the base as I slowly sink into her mouth. Her tongue teases me with quick little licks before she hollows her cheeks and sucks hard enough that my knees buckle and I surge forward, hitting the back of her throat. She gags, quickly followed by a moan that sends a vibration all the way down the shaft and I swear I see fucking stars.

“Jesus,” I grit out, grabbing her tit and massaging it as I watch her fingers work between her legs, toying with her clit as her hips lift off the bed, seeking more. Reaching down, I knock her hand out of the way and take over, strumming the little bundle of nerves as I pull my hips back before pushing forward again. She whimpers and reaches up to grab my thighs. Her hips buck against my hand as she pulls my legs forward, taking me all of the way to the back of her throat again and it drives me out of my fucking mind.

Fuck.

She’s going to kill me.

Glancing down, I watch my cock disappear into her eager mouth as I strum my fingers over her clit and her body starts to tremble, on the verge of another orgasm but I’m not ready to give her that just yet. She cries out in protest when I pull my hand away from her pussy and I can’t help but grin. Softly trailing my thumb over her cheek, I pull back and as my cock slips out of her mouth, she gasps for air, looking up at me with an indignant look in her eyes.

“Spin around.” My tone leaves no room for debate and she flips around so her legs are facing me now but instead of lying back, she sits on the edge of the bed and meets my eyes with an arched brow and that fire I love so much.

“You’re getting awfully fucking bossy.”

I close the distance between us and wrap my hand around her throat because I know she fucking loves it and her eyes widen as her body loses some of its fight. “That’s because it makes you so wet.”

“No, it doesn’t,” she scoffs and I tighten my hold on her throat for just a second but it’s enough to drag a moan out of her and I laugh, releasing her.

“Right. Are we going to pretend like I didn’t just have my hand between your legs?”

She huffs, her annoyance clear. “I did all the work before you even started.”

“Are you saying I don’t turn you on, Mama?” I ask, slipping my hand into her hair and pulling her to her feet before yanking her into my body. Her breath catches in her throat and she grips my waist, her body melting into mine. Victory. She can talk all the shit she wants but when it comes down to it, her body betrays her every time. I slam my lips onto hers and she gasps, giving me the opening I need to slip my tongue past her lips and tease her with the promise of what’s to come. She moans into our connection as she wraps her hand around my cock.

“Please, Diego. I need…”

I know what she needs but I want to hear her fucking say it and she’s not desperate enough to force the words out of her mouth yet. She almost sobs with relief when I guide her back down to the bed and push her onto her back, lifting her legs and hooking them over my shoulders. I grin. Not because I’m about to sink into her tight little pussy but because she is so certain that she’s about to get what she wants but she should know better by now. I want her to give herself to me completely. I want to hear her beg for my cock because she knows I’m the only one who can make her feel this good. I sink to my knees in front of her and spread her legs wider before looking up her body and meeting her gaze.

“Is this what you want?”

Her mouth opens but she doesn’t say anything and I can see the indecision wearing on her. She wants my cock inside her but she doesn’t want to admit that out loud and she’s also not totally opposed to what I’m proposing. I flash her a wide smile as I lean in and hook my arms over the tops of her thighs before dragging my tongue across her clit.

“Oh, fuck,” she breathes, falling back onto the bed as her hips buck but I keep her from going too far as I repeat the move and suck the little nub into my mouth. Her fingers dive into my hair, giving it a tug as she tries to move her hips against my mouth, desperate for more, frantic for the thing that will push her over the edge but with my arms locked in place, she’s not going anywhere. She’s so goddamn wet and she tastes like heaven, pulling a groan out of me as I flutter my tongue over her clit as fast as I can.

She screams, pulling my hair harder as she bucks against my mouth with renewed vigor and I suck her into my mouth again, savoring her taste, her smell, and her wails of pleasure. My cock jumps, just as eager for more as she is, but I can’t give us what we both want until she admits that she needs me, that I’m the only man who makes her scream like this. Her moans grow louder and her hips buck harder, letting me know that she’s getting close so I pull back, keeping my hands on her thighs as I wait for her to look down at me. After a moment, she meets my gaze.

“Finish your sentence. You need what, baby?”

Her jaw drops and she stares at me for a second before shaking her head. “No.”

With a shrug, I go back to her pussy, licking, sucking, and teasing her until she’s right there again, her orgasm toying with her. Just before she falls over the edge into bliss, I stop again and pull back.