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He growled, forcefully pressing my knees against the bed as he feasted on me.
Waves of pleasure built higher and higher, each swipe of his tongue bringing me closer to the orgasm that was just out of reach. So. Fucking. Close.
He pushed up on his knees and swiped his arm across his lips.
"I need to fuck you—now!" he growled.
The feral gleam in his eyes made my pussy clench, eager to feel him. He rolled my body over and pulled my hips into the air. His hands ghosted tenderly over my ass, sending another wave of pleasure straight to my core.
"Ah!" I yelped as his hand came down on my cheek. Pain radiated from my heated skin. It fucking stung. But fuck if I didn't want him to do it again.
I wiggled my ass, taunting him. He pulled my hips to him, notching the head of his dick at my entrance.
He only hesitated a moment before pushing all the way in with one long roll of his hips.
My fingers dug into the bed, an unrestrained cry breaking from my lips.
"That's it, Kitten. Let me hear you."
His fingers dug into my hips as he began thrusting in and out of me, slow at first, then building to a brutal pace. I tried to push back against him, to meet each drive of his hips with one of my own, but his powerful hands held me in place.
"So. Fucking. Tight." He groaned.
The mattress swallowed my screams as my first orgasm ripped through me, hard and fast, matching the frenzied pace of his brutal fucking.
My stomach ached as he bottomed out with nearly every hard thrust. But I welcomed the burn of him stretching me and the ache of him pounding into me, his grunts of pleasure worth every second of discomfort.
His hand tangled in my hair, pulling me up so my back rested against his chest, his thrusts finally slowing—but only a little.
"I need you to come for me again Kitten." he rasped, nibbling on my ear, his other hand snaking around to pinch and flick my clit.
"I don't—" I started, my mind a mess, unable to focus on anything but the waves of pleasure crashing over me from all directions.
"Now." he growled, biting my neck and pinching my clit hard.
This time, my body obeyed, rhythmic spasms seizing my body. I trembled in his arms as he continued thrusting hard, his heated breath heavy against my neck.
A few more shaky thrusts and he stilled, releasing himself deep inside me.
"Fuck, Tierney. That was—fuck, you're amazing," he whispered reverently, turning me in his arms and pressing a tender kiss to my lips.
"Next time, I worship you. Ok."
I shook my head, "you don't owe me—"
He placed his finger on my lips. "Trust me, Kitten. I want to."
My hands slid over his chest, loving the feel of his damp skin against mine.
"Feeling better?" I asked.
A wicked smile curved his lips. "More than you know."
"So, now do you wanna talk about the phone call?"
He sighed heavily, but nodded. "As long as I get to hold my girl." He said, falling against the pillow, pulling a blanket over us.
"Honestly, when she started talking—I wasn't sure you were still gonna be my girl."