Conception (The Wellingtons #4) - Tessa Teevan Page 0,77

me with each miniscule withdraw until just the head of my cock remains inside. Amelia lets out a guttural moan against my mouth, and I relinquish the last little bit of control I’ve been holding on to.

Teeth clash as my mouth descends on hers, but it’s barely jarring enough to notice. Amelia holds tight this time, allowing me to drive up into her, impaling her on my cock hard, fast, and not stopping until I’m embedded so deep in her that I see stars. I scarcely give her time to adjust before pulling out then quickly slamming back in with such force that she gasps into my mouth.

Her brief hesitation allows my tongue to overpower hers, and we engage in a duel that, no matter the victor, we’ll both come out on the winning side. Over and over, my cock soars up into her depths, each thrust more powerful than the last, and my tongue reigns supreme in her mouth. Amelia seems to realize her hands are all the power she has, so instead of trying to win her dominance, she rakes her nails across the expanse of my shoulders, up my neck, and into my hair, where she tugs enough to send a pleasurable jolt of pain down my spine.

I’m too fucking gone to care. And I fucking love it.

She could slice me up head to toe, and until I come inside her, I wouldn’t object.

Lips feud. Tongues tangle. Cock meets hot, wet heat in thrust upon thrust.

The rhythm between the way I’m fucking both her mouth and her pussy threatens to send me over the edge all too damn soon.

Climax is inevitable the second I slide a hand between us and strum her clit with my thumb.

“Oh!” she explains, tearing her lips from mine, her head falling back as if the sensations of my cock and tongue were too much to handle in tandem. Her roaming hands cease movement, and she grips the skin beneath them. “Ohhhhhhh.”

She repeats that as I rock back up into her, her eyes fluttering closed like I’ve depleted her energy and she’s now just going along for the ride, waiting for the moment of bliss that isn’t far off. Fuck, I don’t even know how I’ve been able to hold off this long.

“Baby.”

The one word is all it takes for her to give me those lustful eyes again.

“Ready to come?” I can tell that some smart-ass retort comes to her mind. Instead, I get a sweet-ass nod. “Help me out.”

Hooded eyes widen with desire, and I delight in the way Amelia craves to be an active participant. She lifts her back up off the wall, readjusts her legs around my waist, and grins down at me. “Let’s go.”

And we do. With each upward drive into her, I use my hands to force her hips down while she rocks them against me with the hot glide of flesh on flesh. We’re a perfect team in this, and I can’t imagine not doing this with her.

Not wanting to contemplate that though, I rain kisses along the curve of her neck, nibbling every so often, wanting to give her a little taste of her own medicine. She moans when I bite down more harshly than I meant to, and as I’m about to ensure she’s okay, I feel her tightening around me.

Note to self: Amelia likes a little pain.

I slow my pace; Amelia moans again, but this time, the sound isn’t pleasure. It’s impatience.

She grabs the sides of my face, her eyes boring into mine. “I’ve waited long enough. Fuck me, Knox,” she insists. “Fuck me like you’ve never fucked before.”

How the hell could I say no to that? I can’t. So I don’t. I go wild, thrusting deeper, harder, faster, pushing her hips down onto my raging hard-on, wanting to do anything, everything I can to finally get her there. She holds on for dear life, her head falling to the crook of my shoulder as she bounces up and down on my cock until I’m nearly bursting.

“Amelia.” The word is part groan, part whisper—all reverence.

Her only response is a muffled moan against my neck. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her warm breath panting against my chest.

“Babe, lift up and give me those eyes,” I insist. “I want to watch you come on my cock.”

She complies so damn readily that it makes me want to scream. Her eyes flutter open, swirling with a mixture of lust, desire, and something I’m not ready to examine as