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“After that performance, I’d carry you anywhere you want to go for the rest of your life.” I laughed and he placed me gently onto the bed, then stood back, looking at me. “That was one hell of an appetiser. Are you ready for the main course now?”

Chapter Thirty

JESS

The main course.

Fuck me.

If that was an appetiser, then I was in for the night of my life.

I’d already come more times tonight than I’d ever thought possible. When he said he was going to ruin me, he really fucking meant it.

I watched as he strolled over to the table, his ass so peachy I wanted to sink my teeth into it. He sensed me watching and glanced over his shoulder, laughed, and said, “Do you like what you see?”

“I like it better when it’s over here on the bed with me,” I joked, shifting to lie on my side and give him a sexy ‘come and get me’ smile.

He chuckled and picked up a few toys from the table, thensauntered back over to me with a sexy swagger and a smirk that gave away his wicked thoughts as he threw them onto the bed.

Then he leaned forward, kissed my nose, and said, “Patience is a virtue.” But I knew he had about as much patience as I did right now.

“It’s also a pain in the ass,” I shot back, and he gave a low chuckle, crawling onto the bed as I fell onto my back.

“It is when all I can think about is how much I want to be inside you.”

“Don’t keep me waiting then.”

I loved how he caged me in with his body hovering over mine. The scent of him intoxicating me, the warmth of his body melting mine, the way he looked at me, all of it drove me crazy. Like sexual overload in the best way. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted any man. I wanted to feel him inside me, pull him to me and cling onto him with everything I had. I never wanted to let go.

He leaned down and kissed me, his lips moving slowly, his tongue teasing mine in such an erotic way that it made my pussy tingle. I wrapped my arms around him and ran my fingers down his back, my legs open and ready, desperate for more.

“So greedy,” he moaned, trailing kisses down my neck. And then he slid a little lower, moving to my tits, kissing my nipple and licking, then sucking it into his mouth. His warm hand rubbed and massaged my other breast as he teased me. Then, he moved to the other nipple, giving a gentle bite before blowing and licking over the sting. I arched my back into him, running my fingernails through his hair as my hips rocked, trying to find friction.

“Tell me how badly you want me,” he begged. “Tell me youwant my cock.”

“I do,” I replied breathlessly, but he wanted more.

“I need to hear the words, Jess.”

I closed my eyes, losing myself to the sensation of his tongue on my nipple, his mouth working me into a frenzy.

“I want... your cock... inside me. I want to feel you...”

“Where?” he commanded.

“In my pussy. I want you... in my pussy. I need you, Tyler.” I whimpered, sounding needy, desperate and wanton.

He moaned and kissed delicately from my tits to my navel. And then, he knelt back, and with his eyes on my pussy he said, “Open wider for me. Let me see how pretty your pussy is.”

I did as I was told and widened my legs, my pussy opening for him, and I lay there, watching him breathe deeper, his gaze dark and ravenous.

He shook his head and rasped, “So fucking pretty. You’re fucking perfect.” He reached to the side and picked up one of the toys he’d chosen. Then clicking it on, he held it up to show me and smirked. “I think I need to tease you first.”

“I think you’ve teased me pretty well already,” I replied, staring at the clit stimulator in his hand and then at him.

But he shook his head, and with his eyes on my pussy he said, “I want to see you come for me.” And with a devious grin, he added, “I want to watch you squirt.”

I felt the cool metal touch my clit, the vibrations making me clench and moan.