leaving my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my fingers curl into the bedsheets at my side.
Sweet baby Jesus. This man.
Bull starts working my body, continuing his pleasurable torture on my clit before slowly pushing two long, thick fingers deep inside me.
In. Out. In. Out.
It’s the sweetest torture. I thought nothing could possibly get better than this until his fingers on my clit are replaced by his warm and needy tongue.
“Holy … fuck.” I can’t help but push up onto my elbows to watch the show. I need to see this, and the second I do, I’m a fucking goner. I’ve never seen such an erotic show. Watching him taste me and devour my body has me desperate for more. So much more. It’s as though he’s awakened the sexual goddess living inside of me, someone I thought was long gone.
I feel his smile against me, enjoying it just as much as I am as his tongue runs over my clit and his fingers continue pushing deep inside me. My hand curls into his hair, and I hold on for what’s easily the best ride of my life.
Bull works me, pushing me to my absolute limits until I can’t possibly hold on any longer. I explode around him, my body quivering from the force as a low, guttural groan pulls from within him.
I go to scream out his name, but his hand comes up and presses down against my mouth, smothering my screams so I don’t wake the girls.
I ride out my orgasm on his tongue, and just when I think I’m done, he stands before me, looking down at me in excitement.
Holy hell, he’s only just getting started.
He pops the button of his jeans, and the second he releases them, they fall to the ground. His cock bounces free, and I stare in wonder. He’s a fucking monster. I don’t think I even know what to do with something like that, but hell, I’m not one to back down from a challenge.
Bull takes hold of his cock, slowly stroking up and down as he moves towards me, never once taking his eyes off mine.
Everything inside of me clenches. The anticipation builds and just the thought of having him push that thing deep inside of me … fuck.
I think I’m dead. I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life. He stalks me like a predator coming for his prey, and I find myself sitting up to meet him.
I scoot back up the bed, making room for him as he kneels down between my legs, his eyes heated and intense, never moving from mine. An arm curls around my waist, and he lays me down while hovering over me.
I hook my leg around his waist, drawing him down toward me, only to feel his heavy erection drop against my stomach. I groan, my eyes rolling back as I bite down on my bottom lip. If he doesn’t do something about this soon, I might just die.
Bull’s lips come down on mine, and I taste myself on his tongue. I can’t resist any longer. I reach between us, taking hold of his massive length. My hand hardly fits around him, but from the moan that vibrates through his chest, I’d dare say that I’m doing something right.
My hand travels up and down, my thumb rolling over his tip as I accustom myself to the soft feel of his velvety skin. “Fuck, Angel,” he grumbles, raising his head from mine only to brush his lips so delicately across my skin. “You were made for me.”
“Then don’t make me wait any longer.”
Bull smiles against my lips as he adjusts himself between my legs and not a second later, he guides his stiff cock into me until he can’t possibly go any further. He stretches me as I arch my back, pressing up into him. I’ve never been so full.
Bull’s fingers tighten on my waist as he slowly draws himself back. “Fuck,” he groans low, letting his head fall into the curve of my neck. My hands wind around his back, and as he pushes back in, my nails dig into his skin.
He picks up his pace and just when I think he’s reaching his climax, he curls his arms around my waist and rolls us until I straddle his hips. I groan as this position has him seated so much deeper, and as his hands fall back to my waist, he hands over control, and I take it greedily.