Chapter 46
Elijah Vaughn.
Before I could react, I felt my legs being pulled apart, and embarrassment hit me like a blow. His gaze deepened, intense, hungry, desire glowing like embers
about to ignite.
How perfect.
My breath caught in my chest as I saw him lean down, his lips descending in a torturous path to my thighs.
The first kiss came hot and wet, contrasting with the cold air in the room. His tongue slid in soon after, tracing invisible lines that caused an immediate
shiver.
My muscles tensed as the kisses approached my groin. The touch was slow and exploratory, as if savoring every second of that moment. Warm breath slid over the sensitive skin, increasing the anticipation that was already consuming me.
When my tongue slid along the rigid length, a sigh escaped, drawn out and trembling. The touch was provocative and calculated, as if to test my resistance.
The tip of his tongue slowly circled the head before enveloping it completely, sucking firmly on my cock. The pleasure hit me hard, eliciting a deep moan that reverberated in my chest.
The suction was firm and intense, the heat and wetness enveloping me in a way that made me gasp and grip the sheets tightly.
The rhythm intensified.
My mouth descended slowly, swallowing until the pleasure shot through my body like an electric shock. My muscles stiffened, and my breathing became
erratic.
His tongue slid around, triggering new waves of pleasure. Each time he sank deeper, a delicious pressure built up, spreading heat throughout my body. His fingers slid down to my thighs, squeezing hard, pinning me against the mattress.
The sensation was overwhelming. The wet heat, the precise suction, the way he held me in place as if he wasn’t going to let go until he was completely satisfied. The absolute control he exerted over me was addictive, overwhelming.
A loud moan escaped as he went even deeper, the muscles in my throat tightening around him, driving me to the brink of insanity. The pleasure grew
uncontrollably, an electric current spreading from head to toe.
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My hands grabbed his wet hair, my fingers tangling in the dark strands. The rhythm increased, the pressure between sucks and slips of the tongue stripping me of any remnants of lucidity.
I felt his gaze burning into my skin, his eyes fixed on mine as his mouth worked mercilessly. The movement of his head accompanied the intense rhythm of his suction, deeper and deeper, more intense, as if he wanted to swallow me whole.
His tongue slid slowly and teasingly down the length of me, licking the entire length before descending to my testicles, sucking with the same intensity, eliciting a moan that vibrated through my chest. The heat spread through my body, my muscles stiffened, and my fingers sank into the sheets in search of some kind of control.
When he took my cock completely again, the pleasure became unbearable. The hot mouth enveloped it perfectly, the precise suction alternating between firmness and provocation, driving me crazy.
His dark eyes, full of desire and possession, remained locked on mine, devouring every reaction, every expression of unrestrained pleasure.
His throat tightened around me every time he swallowed deeper, and a tremor ran through me. My fingers pulled at his wet hair, holding him tight, seeking more contact and more depth.
The rhythm intensified, and when my tongue pressed exactly where I needed it most, my body reacted on its own.
My hips moved on an instinctive impulse, seeking the sensation, plunging deeper into that devastating heat.
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My mouth received everything without hesitation, without resistance. The pleasure grew overwhelming, destroying any remnants of sanity,
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Her breathing was erratic, and her moans escaped uncontrollably. The heat in my belly was building rapidly, about to explode.
Dante…
The name came out in a string of voices, my head falling back against the pillow as an intense shiver tan down my spine.
F–F**k…
My mouth didn’t slow down.
On the contrary.
Every movement was calculated to push me over the edge. His hungry gaze, the way he devoured me without taking his eyes off me, the firm touch on my thighs–everything pushed me into a state of inescapable ecstasy.
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The inconsistent and incorrect pronouns makes reading this difficult. I lose the thread when I have to decipher what is meant instead of what is written.
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