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Is this really happening? He’s already figured me out. This man and his mouth are going to bring me to orgasm. This isactuallygoing to work.

Fielding holds me down on his face as the tip of his tongue flicks rapidly over my clit. It’s almost too much—too good—before he switches it up and sucks me into his mouth.

The sensation is overwhelming and all-consuming. If I wasn’t already sitting firmly on his face, I would have been toppling over right about now. Just when I think I can’t take another second of his sucking on my clit, he bites my aching nub, the sting jolting my hips forward before it transforms into deep, rolling pleasure.

“Again,” I pant without thinking.

He bites more of me. Harder this time—my clit and the lips of my pussy stinging from the raw, delicious sensation of teeth on delicate flesh.

Fuck.Fuck. The tingle starts in my toes as I glance down to see him staring up at me.

“Please,” I beg, and I swear to God, even though my thighs are covering half his face, he smirks. “Please do that again. It feels so fucking good.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He nips at my clit, bites hard on my pussy, and sucks on my folds in rapid succession as waves of pleasure detonate and travel to every nerve ending in my body.

He feasts as I spiral, drawing pleasure from my body and prolonging my release until I’m breathless and lightheaded and so fucking satisfied.

Chapter 10

Fielding

“Youhavetwominutesto recover before I need access to that pussy again,” I murmur, tracing the length of her spine with one finger as she pants softly beside me.

I may like calling her angel, but there’s a little devil inside her who’s more than capable of handling everything I have to give.

I reach over to the bedside table to snag one of the waters and a condom.

“Here,” I urge, cracking open the plastic cap and holding it in front of her face. “Drink this.”

She scoffs before peering up through hooded lids. Her cheeks and neck are flushed, and there’s a light sheen of sweat along her forehead, creating a halo of little curls that cling to her face. I can’t help but feel a surge of smugness at her totally blissed-out state.

“You give me one orgasm, and now you think you can tell me what to do?” she teases, rolling to her side and taking a tiny sip of water before glancing over with raised brows.

“I just made you come so hard you almost passed out, angel. I need you hydrated and primed now that I know you like it that rough.”

She locks eyes with me for another second before tipping the bottle back and greedily sucking down half of it in two gulps. She’s adorable. And feisty. A firecracker in my bed. A fucking feast for the taking.

I can’t wait to kiss her again. Or to feel her tight little pussy clinging to me as I rail into her. And if she begs in the heat of the moment? I hold back a groan just thinking about the wordpleasecoming out of her mouth moments ago.

I’m rock hard from eating her out and watching her revel in her post-release ecstasy, but I want more.

No, not want.Needbetter describes the ravenous hunger coursing through me.

My desire for her—the need to satisfy her and make her come again and fuck her hard and fast as I chase my own release—is so much stronger than I expected.

Everything about tonight is more than I imagined it could be. More intense. More fun. More intimate. More satisfying. I can’t wait another second to taste her.

I roll over and frame her in with my arms, pressing my forehead into hers in a move that might be a touch too intimate.

She wraps her arms around my neck and holds me tight, deepening the moment as our lips meet and our bodies glide against each other, acquainting themselves.

I want to touch her everywhere. Learn every curve, unlock every pleasure point. She’s so soft and kissable.

So that’s what I focus on. Kissing the shit out of this gorgeous, glowing angel who landed in my bed for the night.

I push my tongue into her mouth as I caress the length of her body. I’m hard as hell, and every stroke of her tongue against mine goes straight to my dick. I’m trying my damnedest to take my time, but she’s insatiable.

Her hips tilt up in an inviting rhythm, her bare, wet core grazing against my boxers in a provocative dance that I know isn’t giving her enough pressure. She’s teasing herself as much as she’s teasing me.