“Will you devote your body to my pleasure?”
“I don’t think…”
“While I’m deciding on forever, I want you, Kenzie.” His voice grew deep and insistent. “You want it too.”
When she failed to answer, he shoved the fabric of her panties farther aside and bent down. A swipe of his tongue had her hips rising off the bed to meet his mouth. She tangled fingers in his hair, but instead of going further like she wanted him to, he drew away.
“Don’t tease me, damn it.”
“Give me an answer.”
“You’re supposed to be concentrating on Jocelyn.”
“I don’t want her.”
She stilled. He couldn’t mean to pursue her again.
“I want you as my lover until I find a suitable wife. I want us to be exclusive. I’m the only man who gets to touch your body.”
Disappointment made her hoarse. She cleared her throat and had to remind herself that she’d turned his proposal down because they didn’t know each other well and because she longed for love. He was not the one, and she had to keep a close rein on her heart.
“So I’m the only woman that gets your body?” she countered. “What about your other candidates?”
“I think it’s clear to win over the one I choose, it has to be more than about sex, but yes, my body is yours until I pop the question.” He released the hold he had on her thong and reached in from the top, pushing all the way down until his wrist touched her pussy and he held her ass in his palm. He stared at her as if fascinated by his actions. “You’re agreed? I get to enter here bare?”
She blinked at him, but then he stuck a thumb into her heat. She moaned his name. “Yes, I want that too. Mm, Easton, do it now, please.”
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“Not yet. First, I’m going to eat this delicious come you’ve given me.”
Her head grew light.
Her thong disappeared, and Easton scooted down the bed to place his face between her legs. He cupped her ass and raised it. From the moment his tongue laved her clit, she lost it. He alternated between sucking and licking, then moved down to eat the come dripping from her entrance. When he thrust his tongue inside, she keened and thrashed on the bed. His hold tightened, but she couldn’t stay still. The pleasure rocketed through her system, sending pings of delight to every nook and cranny.
“Please, please! I have to come.”
“No, not yet. Hold on.”
“I can’t.”
He pinched her thigh and then kissed the stinging spot. Rather than return to her pussy, he teased various areas on her legs. Each time he came close, she almost cried in relief, but he neglected the most sensitive part, the place that needed his attention most.
“Don’t…” she pleaded.
“You just agreed to be mine.” His pale eyes locked on hers when he paused in his ministrations. “I control everything.”
She whimpered, hating him, but even more attracted to him. None of it made sense, but he went on manipulating her responses. One minute he gave in and let her feel pleasure beyond belief. He nuzzled her clit while eating her out. He made noises that drove her insane with lust. The next instant, he backed off, just at the precipice. Her snatch pulsed with need, desperate for release, but his attention drove her body wilder, and she’d never been so wet.
At last, she shoved at his shoulder and tried climbing out of reach. He sat up and placed a knee over her hips. Staring into her eyes, he used his fingers to delve inside her sex. With rough, repeated movements, he plunged into her pussy in a way that simulated his cock. His knuckles grazed her sensitive areas, and the heel of his palm abused her clit. She tore at the sheets, writhing in both torment and bliss. The fact that he watched her reaction took it to another level, and when she could hold out no longer, she let go, screaming nonstop as the orgasm ravaged her body.
“Look at this,” he whispered, removing his knee. “More come. You’re a dirty, dirty girl. Seems like I’m going to have to clean you up. Don’t worry. I’m up for the task.” He licked and didn’t back off her sensitive clit. She shook from head to toe, but he lapped away every trace of her juices.
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Kenzie lay on her belly in the bed, and she felt Easton stir on his side. He’d convinced her to stay one more night, to leave on Monday morning. They had hardly left his room all day Sunday, and despite her being somewhat sore, he had rocked her world nonstop. She peered over at the clock on the nightstand. Three a.m. She needed to go back to sleep, but her body had awakened once again. She craved him. Stretching, she moaned and then bit it off, lest she disturb his rest.