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“Right,” he says, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Figuratively speaking.” He drops between my legs, licks up my left thigh from knee to sex. “No balls here.” Licks my seam. “Just your sweet pussy.”

“Oh gosh, Rev.”

“You an’ your clean mouth. Won’t even say god.” He licks me again. “Taste like fuckin’ honey.”

“Make me come, Rev.”

“Until you beg me to stop.”

“That’s not a thing,” I breathe, holding his head to my sex as he lazily licks at my seam, teasing.

He growls a laugh, which I feel clean up through my sex to my belly and into my chest. “About to find out otherwise.”

10Never Knew It Could Be Like This

Rev

She writhes under me, spine bowing upward as I make her come for the third time. “REV!” she cries, voice cracking. “Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohhhhhh…my…gosh!”

Gosh. Fuckin’ kills me, hearing that dorky-ass shit. Goofy, stupid, and cute as hell.

“Say my name,” I demand. “When I make you come, you say my name.”

I slide a finger into her sweet pussy and find that spot, the one that drives her crazy. She spasms, curling forward, clutching at my head…like I’d stop even if she wanted me to. Which she doesn’t. She’s greedy.

“Rev, Rev, ohhhh…Rev, yes, please yes.” She’s begging for another one, hard on the heels of the last, and I’m starting to wonder if she maybe doesn’t have a threshold. Been denied it for so long, she just can’t get enough.

So I give her what she wants—another.

Two fingers, all she can take, curling inside, sliding in and out, my tongue circling the tight little bud of her clit. That little thing goes hard as a rock when she’s turned on, and sensitive as fuck. One touch, and she’s through the roof. Making her come is so easy it’s stupid, and she just keeps coming and begs for more, crying my name like I’m that god of hers.

I’m hard as a rock—aching for her. I need to be inside her. Need to feel that tight hot wet little pussy clenched around my cock. But after what she told me, I know I gotta take care of her. I gotta show her what a real man is like. How it feels to be fucked properly.

Again—she curls forward as yet another orgasm spasms through her, and then jackknifes upward, heels digging into the mattress, shoulders in the pillows, crying through gritted teeth, and now…this time she doesn’t stop. I don’t let her down. I thrash her clit with my tongue and fuck her with my fingers until she’s jerking helplessly, unable to even cry out anymore.

“Rev—” her voice breaks. “Rev—I….oh…I can’t. I can’t—I can’t take anymore. Too much.”

I climb up her body and slide my arms under her, roll and take her onto me. She lies on me, face buried in my neck as she twitches, gasps.

“Rev.” Her voice is a whisper, softer than a feather.

Her hands find my face, and like always, the sweet tenderness of her touch shoots through me like I’m being tased. Straight to my cock, which I’d have sworn couldn’t get any harder, somehow does. Makes me crazy. Raw, raging need surges through me, and my whole world narrows to her. She’s wrapped around me, pussy hot and wet against my cock, breasts mashed between us, arms locked around me, face in my throat, thighs imprisoning my hips. All of her is warm, soft, sweet, tender.

Shetrustsme.

Gave me her shit. Showed me her pain.

Fuck, I do not deserve this woman. I’ve told her and told her, and she won’t listen, and now I can’t let go. Can’t. Won’t. I’ll just have to protect her, no matter what.

I need her.

She lifts up, bracing her weight on her forearms against my chest, the big soft swaying weight of those perfect teardrop tits brushing my pecs. “Rev, I want…” She wimps out on saying it, too innocent to get the words out.

I gather her hair in my hand and pull it over one of her shoulders. “What, Myka? Tell me.”

She shakes her head, kissing my throat. “I can’t.”

“Try.”