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I grit my teeth, continuing my ministrations and trying to ignore the way my cock seems to beg for mercy, the bastard twitching in search of her hole.

This is about her!

I repeat that in my head, trying to find some equilibrium. But the truth is that the moment I have Sisi naked in my bed all bets are off.

"I should ask you for a massage every day from now on," she says, "you're quite good at it."

"You'd be tempting fate, hell girl," I drawl, the thought of having her naked and under meevery daywithout being able to do anything a pure torture. But if my girl wants a massage, then I can only indulge her.

She raises her head, looking back at me, her eyes dipping to my painfully hard cock. Her mouth opens on a small O, her eyes widening slightly. Immediately, her lips twitch up, and a mischievous smile appears on her face.

She scrambles back, disentangling her body from mine.

I look at her questioningly. The oil covering her skin glints in the light, making her look ethereal like a fairy, the glossiness of her skin only increasing her appeal and making my blood thump faster, all of it pooling lower, and making my arousal incredibly painful.

On all fours, she moves toward me, a sensuous glide of her limbs that stops my breath. Especially when she licks her lips, looking at me from beneath her lashes and tempting me to perdition.

Fucking Hades!

If I thought that I was gone before, then now I'm simply obliterated. The sight of her plump rosy mouth as she skims her teeth over the surface of her lower lip, nibbling so slightly, makes me physically ache.

It takes Herculean strength for me to stay still and not do something I might regret–like pin her to the bed and find my relief in her sweet little body.

"Fuck," I mutter under my breath, her hand on my cock as her tongue peeks out to lick the head. "Sisi," I groan, the wetness of her mouth too enticing for me to keep still.

My fist wrapped in her hair, I urge her forward as she opens her mouth to take more of me in. Her tongue caresses the underside, and my breath quickens as she tightens her grip, sucking me deep into her mouth.

She licks the entire length before placing a kiss on the head.

Moving up my body, she twines her arms around my neck, her eyes on mine as she says the words that make my heart stop in my chest.

"Please make love to me," she whispers.

My eyes widen at her request and I search her face for any clue that it's what she really wants. There's a small trace of apprehension as she continues biting her lip, her gaze a mix of fear and desire.

"You don't have to, Sisi. Certainly not to please me," I tell her, even though my balls draw up in protest.

"I want to." She nuzzles my cheek. "I wantyou. I want to feel as close to you as I can," she continues, her hands splayed over my back.

"Sisi…" I growl. She doesn't have to tell me twice. I shift her on her back, her legs open on either side of my body, her sweet pussy calling to me.

My hands circle her waist as I bring my mouth to her skin, skimming the underside of her breast before taking a nipple in my mouth. I feast on her tits like a starved man. Holding her in my arms for so long yet not daring to do anything other than hug her had been agonizing.

Now that she's finally given me the green light, I aim to worship her like the goddess she is.

Her legs are restless as she's trying to push me up her body, her hands reaching for my cock. One look at her and I can see the frustration in her features, the way she's breathing hard as if she could die if I don't get inside her the very next second.

"Not yet, my little sinner," I tell her, my tongue tracing the scar on the swell of her breast before moving to the small mark I'd left around her nipple, kissing it lightly. "You need to be ready to take me," I say as I move lower, sliding my tongue overher stomach before opening my lips and sucking on her skin, blood pooling to the surface and marking her as mine.

I continue to take my time kissing her entire torso and leaving small love bites everywhere, pride swelling in my chest as I see her covered in my marks.

"Please," she moans as I reach lower, my mouth hovering on top of her pussy. I inhale her scent, the musky flavor tickling my senses and intoxicating me.

"This is mine, Sisi." I speak against her mound, brushing my mouth against her small lips and blowing soft air against her glistening arousal.

"Yes," she replies with a breathy tone. Her eyes are closed, her spine arched, as she opens her legs even more, inviting me to feast on her.

I trail my hands down her waist until my palms cup her hips, my thumbs pushing into the soft skin right above her hip bones as I bring her closer to my mouth.