Can't Slow Down - Lizzie Hart Stevens Page 0,21

answer. I swallow hard and nod my head. A slow smile spreads across his face into a sexy-as-hell smirk.

Fuck, I love that smirk.

Coen’s eyes remain locked on mine as he reaches over to grab the canister of whipped cream. He doesn’t say a word as he shakes it; he just licks his lips ever so slowly and suggestively wiggles his eyebrows.

“Brace yourself, sweet cheeks, this is going to be cold. And make sure you hold still, or we’ll have a mess.” He winks.

I close my eyes and grip the sheets, but nothing can really prepare me for the cold, fluffy cream as it lands on my breasts. I gasp and bite my lip, but just as my body tenses, the warmth from his tongue eases the tension in my veins. He repeats it again on my other breast. The back and forth between the cold and warm has me craving his body heat even more.

He continues the delicious teasing, only now he switches to the chocolate sauce, drizzling it down my stomach and stopping just above the folds between my legs.

“Coen . . . please . . .” I beg.

“I like to savor”—he licks the long trail of chocolate sauce off painstakingly slow—“my desserts. Don’t you, Lex?”

I’m so pent up and needing a release that I don’t anticipate what comes next.

“Ohh . . . fuck . . .”

His long middle finger is inside of me in a flash. He shoves it into me hard and I close my eyes. My walls clench hard around him as I arch my back, wanting more.

“Is this what you wanted, Sweet Cheeks?” He pulls his finger out and thrusts two in this time. He pumps them in and out of me hard and fast a few times before curling them inside of me, reaching for that magic spot. My legs shake and I bite my lip. Then he stops.

“No answer. Hmm. I guess that’s a no then.”

I open my eyes as his hand leaves my body. He’s kneeling between my legs sucking my juices from his fingers.

“Best. Fucking. Dessert. Ever.” He says between licks.

“More, Coen, please,” I plead. “I need more.”

“You need more what, Lex? I want to hear you say it.”

I don’t hesitate. I’m on the edge and I can’t handle the foreplay anymore. I look him straight in those gorgeous, bright green eyes and lean forward to grip his dick in my hand. He growls before kissing me and nibbles my bottom lip. I moan and pull away.

“I need your rock hard cock throbbing deep inside of me right now before I lose my fucking mind.”

“Damn, it turns me on when you talk dirty,” he whispers in my ear, his voice a low growl.

The words are barely out of his mouth before he finally gives me what I’ve been craving. He thrusts in once, nice and slow, and stops once he’s all the way to the hilt. He rests his head in the curve of my neck, placing gentle kisses there as my walls pulse around him.

I reach my hands around him and grip his ass in my hands. I know it drives him wild when I do that. I feel him smile against my neck because he knows that I know it does.

He grabs my legs and rests them on his shoulders as he starts moving in and out of me in a steady rhythm. In and out. Fast, fast, slow. Fast, fast, slow. Over and over. The friction between us is building higher and higher, bringing me closer to the edge.

I reach down between us to rub my slick, sensitive, throbbing clit. Sounds are escaping my mouth that I’ve never heard from myself before. The squeaks and moans of my voice cracking are growing louder with each thrust.

“I can’t hold back much longer, Lex,” he says between grunts and growls. “Are you close?”

I can’t do anything but nod. I rub my clit a little harder and faster and his thrusts match my speed. He gives my tits a firm squeeze and then pinches my nipples. Suddenly I see stars as he dives deep into me one more time and holds me there, arching my back as I ride out the most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life.

I’m not sure how much times passes, but after a moment or two, he gently lowers my legs off of his shoulders, but doesn’t break our connection. He lies down beside me, with his cock still inside of my pulsing pussy.

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