Page 54 of Cherished Lands

The high of my orgasm had barely ebbed before he was shoving me right toward the edge again. I couldn't even overthink my way out of it.

"Take me to bed," I whispered against his lips.

He stood swiftly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. One hand held me tight to his chest while the other gripped the railing as he took the steep steps to the loft. He set me tenderly on the bed before taking two big steps back to take me in.

"You're so fucking beautiful."

Reaching up, he whipped his shirt over his head then made quick work of his pants and boxer briefs. My mouth went dry. It was like every drop of moisture in my body was pooling between my legs. Elliot stood in front of me, gloriously naked and stroking his hard cock.

It was perfect.

Not so long as to stab you in the cervix, but just long enough to hit all the right spots. Not so thick that it was difficult to slide inside me, but just thick enough to offer a delicious stretch.

He glanced pointedly at the floor in front of him. "On your knees, Princess."

Well, well. Let's see how well that perfect cock fits in my mouth.

Chapter Nineteen

ELLIOT

Tessa slidoff the bed and onto her knees. Then she fuckingcrawledto me.

I was dead.

Deceased.

If today was my last day on Earth, I would die averyhappy man.

When she reached my feet, she sat back on her haunches, waiting for permission. My cock twitched at the sight of her kneeling before me. The way she stared hungrily up at me through those thick lashes made my blood run hot. Power surged through me, heightening every sensation.

"Such a good girl."

Her eyes dropped to my cock, and she licked her lips.

"You want me to fuck your pretty mouth, Princess?"

Her head bobbed up and down eagerly, that golden hair swaying with the movement.

I gripped her chin between my thumb and forefinger. "Ask nicely."

"Please."

I tightened my hold, tilting her face up further. "Please what?"

"Please fuck my mouth." The words tumbled from her lips in a needy whimper that had me throbbing.

When I threaded my fingers through her hair and guided myself between those plush, parted lips, she moaned around me, encouraging me to go deeper.

"Fuck, Princess." I gripped her hair harder as she hollowed her cheeks. "You're so fucking perfect."

She grabbed for my thighs—not to slow me down, but to pull me closer. When I hit the back of her throat, she gagged and choked, but she didn't pull away—she swallowed around me, those eyes locked on mine the whole time.

Tessa could take everything I had to give and then some.

Mascara-streaked tears tracked down her cheeks, and it was the most beautiful sight I'd ever fucking seen.

I didn't wipe them away. I wanted to see her like this, utterly fucking ruined. It undid me then put me right back together again.