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“Oh my God,” I say. “If the stories knew about that, it would be in every book.”

I know I’m not making any sense to him, but I don’t care. He hums, and his cock turns into a tuning fork. Holy shit. My thighs buzz from it, and pleasure zings to my toes.

I fuck myself on his cock, slowly at first, and I talk, because I can’t not.

“Your cock is so hot,” I tell him. “You’re so deep. I can feel you behind my navel.”

His hands flex on my hips.

“Faster. No. Slower. There. Right there, don’t move, don’t you dare move.”

He does exactly what I say, and I ride him, dropping down onto the ridge over and over, until my thighs shake and I can hear how wet I am, and it winds me tighter.

“Yorrel.” I’m panting.

“Yes.”

“Your cock is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Yes.”

“Stop saying yes.”

“No.”

I laugh, and it changes the angle of his cock. The ridge catches somewhere new. “Shit—fuck—okay.”

“‘On the thirteenth night,’” he says, slow and even. I know that voice now. He’s starting a story. “‘She took what she—’”

“Don’t you dare,” I say, bouncing on his cock faster. “Not now. Just hum.”

He growls, and it quickly turns into a hum. Pleasure climbs my spine one bone at a time, and a high, thin whimper comes out of me instead of words. I can smell wax and ink, and my body reacts like it’s the best scent on Earth as the rapture builds.

“Talk,” he groans. “More. I want every word.”

I go wild on his cock as I give him what he wants. “There. That’s the spot. Right there on the way down.” The sound of skin slapping together fills the room. “I’m dripping on you. I don’t care.”

My clit is aching for attention, so I give it some. I rub it furiously as I slam down onto his cock. I can feel his cock deep inside me, and it’s a painful pleasure that drives me insane.

“I’m going to come on your cock,” I tell him. “And don’t you dare come.”

“I won’t.”

“You were thinking about it.”

“Yes.”

I shift up onto my feet, and those massive palms cup my ass. Every drop grinds the ridge over that perfect spot as I squeal in pleasure and continue rubbing my clit.

“I’m dripping down your cock. Onto your stomach. Look at that.”

He grabs my ass harder in response. “Yes,” he says. “Yes. Paige.”

My thighs are burning, and I don’t care.

“Don’t come. You don’t come until I say.”

He groans, and his cock jumps inside me.