Page 46 of Avenging Azalea (California Made Men #2)

“Oh god, Titus,” Fawn gasped, her breath quickening as my tongue flicked over the sensitive skin.

Kissing a wet line from one breast to the other, I gave it equal attention and ate up how she wiggled in my grasp.

Her body felt like an extension of my own.

I could feel her desperation as she silently begged for more.

I sucked hard and thought she might fall to the ground when her nails dug into my arms to stay upright. Leaving her nipple, I kissed up to her lips and savored the softness that still held just a hint of strawberry.

“Sit for me.”

Fawn slowly sat on the edge of the bed. Her eyes traveled down my body and focused on the tent in my pants.

“Not yet,” I said, before she could touch me. If she did that, then all my tightly wound control would unravel. “Lie back and lift your ass.”

As she did what I asked, I gripped the edge of her pants and tugged them down over her hips. Need stormed through my body when I realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. Fuck me, she was incredible.

A flicker of shyness danced across Fawn’s face as she tried to close her legs, but I grabbed her thighs to keep them open. Her pussy was my sweetest and darkest fantasy come to life. What was left of the logical part of my brain switched off at the sight of her arousal.

“Touch yourself,” I ordered, my voice far deeper than normal.

“You want me to touch myself while you watch,” Fawn asked in disbelief.

Whether she was being forward like the other night or timid like she was now, I found her just as sexy.

“Yes.”

Fawn’s hand slid down her stomach and in between her legs.

I watched as she swirled her fingers around slowly, timidly, and yet so erotic.

As she got braver, she flicked her clit and moaned.

The sound raced through my body. All I could picture was coming hard and burying myself deep inside of her for the rest of the night.

It was so visceral that a throbbing ache shot up my shaft.

Leaning in closer, I licked and kissed all the way up to her fingers. Fawn moaned and rubbed faster. The pleasure made her bolder, pushing her to do more.

She was already soaking wet, and my hands tightened on her thighs, forcing them further apart, until they were spread wide.

The sight of her finger dipping into her pussy and coming out wet made my brain short-circuit.

The next time my Little Bird pulled out, I opened my mouth.

She hesitated for only a moment before holding it out for me.

She moaned as I sucked on the digit. Her essence was honey on my tongue as I sucked her clean.

“Do it again,” I said.

Fawn obeyed, ripping a growl from my chest. The rawness of my desire was alarming, and trying to bottle it back up was like restraining the tide. It simply wasn’t happening.

I couldn’t take it anymore and moved her hand away from her clit before latching onto it with my mouth.

“Oh my god, Titus.” Fawn whimpered and wiggled.

Sucking and teasing her with my tongue had Fawn gripping my hair hard and pulling me closer.

I savored everything. From the way she moaned to how she bucked up with her hips as she drew closer to a climax.

I’d tried so hard not to think about Fawn like this over the last few months, but from the first touch of our lips, I knew that she’d captured me.

My heart belonged to her, and maybe it always had.

Two unlikely souls brought together by a randomness that made me believe in fate.

“Titus…oh fuck…I’m….”

Fawn was panting, her body tensing. There was no letting up. I wanted her to come undone. I licked her faster before sucking the small bundle of nerves into my mouth.

“Yes…God, yes, Titus. I’m gonna come. So close,” she stuttered and then gasped.

I gripped her ass and angled her hips, letting me get deeper with my tongue. Biting down on her clit, I growled, and Fawn shuddered.

“Titus, I’m coming. Oh…yes, yes, right there,” she cried out as she bucked wildly on my face.

I’d never been more turned on or filled with pride as she came in my mouth.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she whimpered as I continued to assault her and draw out the orgasm into a series of body-shaking aftershocks.

Lifting my head, I licked my lips, and my eyes locked with my Little Bird.

God better help us both because I'm never letting her go.

FAWN

My body felt tied down, but my head was floating with the endorphins soaring through me.

Titus stood between my legs, gazing at me.

He’d always been sexy, even when I had no business lusting after him, but now…

there were no words to describe what I felt when I looked at him.

Sexy was too weak. It was as if the definitions of power, masculinity, and sexuality had all combined and stepped out of the dictionary.

A feast for my eyes only. Titus’s physical strength was only complemented by his kind and empathetic heart.

With sluggish movements, I pushed myself up to lean on my arms and watched him strip off the rest of his clothes until he stood naked in front of me.

“I have a confession,” I blurted.

“Oh?”

With eyes trained on his cock, I licked my lips. It had seemed large when I watched him before, but now up close, it was massive.

“I watched you in the shower. It was just once, but you were…”

“I was what,” he asked, his voice gruff like sandpaper.

“You were jerking off,” I said, biting my lip as he wrapped his hand around his cock and ran it slowly, torturously so, up and down. Every time he reached the tip, a droplet of clear liquid formed and slid over the head.

“That was naughty, Little Bird.” I nodded in agreement, but I would’ve agreed to anything he said right now. “Did you enjoy the show?” I nodded again.

Reaching out, he tipped my chin up, but I could still see him stroking himself, and the rosy glow of my climax had been replaced with an aching need deep inside my body.

“Did you touch yourself as you watched?”

“Yes,” I said, feeling a touch of shame for the intrusion, but Titus’s eyes darkened with lust rather than anger.

“Did you come?”

“Yes. I came three times and had to stop myself from joining you,” I said.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t,” Titus said.

I tried to look away from his intense stare, but he forced my eyes back to his.

“I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from fucking you against the wall, on the floor, the bed, and then again in the middle of the night.

My cock would’ve stayed inside you while you slept, and you would’ve woken up to me coming in you all over again. ”

I’d never heard Titus talk dirty, and my mouth ran dry as my libido fired on all cylinders. I wiggled on the bed, my heart racing as those images flashed in my mind.

“I want you to do that,” I whispered.

His hand moved faster on his shaft.

“Fuck, Litle Bird, you’re going to kill me with sweet pleasure.”

Titus ran his fingers through my hair, and I wanted him to wrap it around his hand as he fucked me hard from behind.

“Stand up,” Titus said.

It was shocking that I was able to stand at all.

I squealed when Titus grabbed my ass and picked me up, my legs circling his waist. Making the most of our new position, I cupped his cheeks and kissed him long and slow.

I’d wanted him so badly for so long and thought it was never going to happen, so now here I was, torn between rushing so that no one could destroy the moment and savoring every second.

His hands were warm as they ran from my ass, up my back, and down again. Nipping his bottom lip, I smiled. He growled, and the sound made me shiver while the vibration coming through his chest had my eyes rolling back in my head. What the hell was it about that sound that turned me into mush?

He walked around to the side of the bed and set me on my feet before opening his nightstand.

“Shit. I don’t have any protection. I haven’t needed anything because I wasn’t seeing anyone,” he said.

I grabbed his hand. “I don’t care. I’m on birth control and I trust you.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded. I had never been so sure of anything in my life, and even if I weren’t on birth control, it wouldn’t have mattered.

“If you change your mind, tell me and we’ll stop right away.”

He obviously had no idea how much I wanted this. How much I wanted him. Titus sat down and shifted to the middle of the bed.

“I don’t trust myself right now. It’s best if you control what you can take,” Titus said.

He might not have meant for it to be sexy, but there was something entirely too heady about having that much of an effect on him. I climbed onto the bed and straddled the man of my dreams.

Pushing back, I slid my pussy over his cock, and his fingers tightened on my hips as his chest rose and fell like he was panting for me. I’d never felt so emboldened or powerful.

I’d always been the one to accommodate what others needed or wanted of me, but not anymore.

That was the greatest gift that Titus had ever given me, the courage to be me and stand up for myself.

I could be kind and protect those I loved without selling off pieces of my soul. My voice was finally my own.

Teasing him all night seemed like a fabulously dangerous idea, but my desires stopped me from even toying with the notion. I wanted him, and before the world threw a bomb our way, I would make him mine.

Lifting my hips, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and marveled at his size, suddenly worried that I’d bitten off more than I could take.

But as my gaze locked with Titus, his dark amber eyes stole the breath from my lungs.

How he managed to say nothing and order me to continue, I would never understand.

In the dark shadows of his normally caring stare, I felt myself unravel.

I’d become the wick, and he was the open flame.

Positioning the tip of his cock, I slowly eased him into my body. I had to stop with every inch and adjust to the intrusion.