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that he was becoming addicted to her impatience, as now he waited for it again.

pulse while he cleaned his fingers, eyes closing as he savored her, as if she wasn’t still in his grasp. And then his eyes once more landed on hers. He 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 eye contact—it let him know she was paying attention, let her know he was taking the time to learn. And let her know

saliva still connected their mouths as he pulled back. His hand is still around her throat, his eyes trailing over her tight little body while the fingers that had only moments before been exploring her now casually landed against his tongue. His thumb casually trailed over her

the need to give up their entire contents to her. A feeling he denies—he was nowhere close to fucking done. His lips parted from hers at, once more, the same time that his fingers unceremoniously withdrew from her. Just like between her slick cunt and his fingers, thin trails of

made, a glutton gorging himself happily, even though what he devoured may or may not have been good for him. A sound vibrates in his chest, a cross between a deep groan and a growl as her thumb circles the head of the pillar erected just for her, his balls drawing up, feeling

approval all the more rewarding. He nodded slightly as her hips began to move, silent praise as she sent what little water remained around them licking at him, fanning the flames she’d ignited in his gut. His fingers curled into her as his tongue lapped up every little sound she

She was so impatient, his little Piperis. He had to fight back a chuckle, instead swallowing suddenly as her hand made him well aware of her disgruntlement. He throbbed for her, each vein pulsing in tune with his thrumming heart. He loved her impatience—it made her hum of

finger ceased his teasing, joined by a second to, for a moment, enjoy the feel of heated nectar that silkened her outer folds. And then the two slid inside until there was nowhere to go, feeding her a groan as her body gripped them.

pressed against her own like a beast resting, lips ever so close. And then, as he always seemed to do, Lian burst into movement. The hand wound around her neck suddenly pulled her forward, his lips crashing to hers with a hunger barely contained. It wasn’t until this that his

ass, and between, until one long digit was able to skim the silken slit of the woman who graced him with her presence. And there, for a short time it remained—gentle movements, enough to tease, not enough for completion. Air pushed through his nose as for a moment his forehead

neck, the bite of her nails sending goosebumps along his flesh as he pulled back to once more lock their gazes. He wanted to watch, wanted to see her reaction to what he did next. Down and around his hand slid from her back like a living serpent, down the curve of her shapely

a sample of the bounty to come. The action brought forth a snarl he hadn’t anticipated, the sound a cross between a groan of pain and a hiss of pleasure. His fingers tightened around her slender throat as dainty digits curled around him. It was then his mouth retreated from her

up towards him and her lips parted in anticipation. Instead he revels in the way she whines for him once denied, a husky chuckle pressed into her skin like a lasting memory. Her retaliation, however, was swift, that little scalding prize between her legs giving his cock but just

Her smile almost catches him by surprise, but then, it was fitting of her, wasn’t it, for who he was learning she was. Though, he supposed a time like this wasn’t the time for these sorts of observations. So instead he focuses on how fucking pretty she looks with her head canted

completed its original mission—to curl around the middle of her back and pull her ever closer, his desire trapped between them.

so slightly grazing the line of her jaw. Then further down the pretty curve of her neck, just under where his thumb held, he returned that little bite, just one, teeth raking along her skin just enough to leave a little pink mark along porcelain flesh. His right hand finally

slide between the valley of her breasts, fingers soon curling around her throat. Gentle pressure was applied, his right hand sliding along the flesh of her thigh. More worship, more admiration. More teasing, as his nose lightly nudged her own, and yet his lips trailed away, ever

form against him. His eyes remained on hers throughout the action, and even now as he turned gently, seating himself once more, with the little beauty in his lap. His eyes only strayed from her own to admire everything she offered, but soon returned, thick left arm lifting to

like honey and sin, admiration and awe. A litany, for her. ❛Pʀᴇᴛɪᴏsᴜᴍ.❜ Withdrawing his thumb from her lips, albeit reluctantly, he soon made up for it by stooping down, large hands cupping the backs of her knees and then stood, lifting the little wisp up to press her

occasion indeed. Pupils dilated, lips curled with interested acceptance. Who was he to deny her something he could provide so easily? Ask, and you shall receive—was that not what was said? Words were not needed, and yet he couldn’t stop the single word that fell from his lips