Pawn (The Pawn Duet #2) - T.M. Frazier Page 0,52

fucking taste,” he moans against my clit.

What he’s doing to me, for me, the licks the sucks the feeling he’s creating inside of me, these are his words.

I arch up into his face, holding tight onto his hair. He growls and continues to devour me. I feel like I’m going to come, but the way he slows his tongue and the stroke of his finger is sweet agony, the way he brings me to the edge and then holds me there. The best agony.

Just like us. The best agony one can find in another human being.

“Come,” he growls. He grazes his teeth over my clit, and I’m done, breaking apart under his master touch. His hand reaches up and covers my mouth, muting the sound of his name being screamed from my lips. I bite down on his finger and hold it between my teeth until I come back down.

I understand now. My heart swells. Pike understands me. Not just my body.

Me.

Tears pour from my eyes. Pike raises up and straddles my thighs with his muscular legs. He dips down to once more lick them away. I’m sobbing and clenching my legs around him, needing more of whatever this is that came through the floodgates when I opened up my heart to him. More of his feelings. His love.

His fucking cock deep inside of me.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, looking down at me with lines creasing his forehead.

I sniffle. “Not in the way you think. I’m fine. I’m just taking this all in. You. Us.” I scratch my fingernails over the scruff on his jaw and tuck his hair behind his ear. “I’m yours. I understand what you’re trying to tell me, and you’re right. I’m totally fucking yours.”

“Say that a-fucking-gain.” he orders, biting at my lip.

“I’m yours,” I moan as his lips capture mine, and we speak in his language with our tongues, our mouths, our bodies.

“You need more?” Pike asks, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, holding my jaw in his hand.

“Yes,” I breathe. He scrapes his jaw against my cheek, and the friction causes me to squirm beneath him.

Pike growls and makes quick work of his jeans, pushing them to the floor, he lifts me off the bed and carries me to the other side of the room, pressing me up against the wall. His cock throbs between us. Moisture drips from the tip, wetting my stomach.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he demands. I comply without question, wrapping my tight core around the hard muscle of his body and shaft.

“You like doing what you’re told,” he muses, teasing my pussy with the head of his thick cock.

I open my mouth to argue, but the words don’t come out because he’s right. In this context, I love doing what I’m told. I love the way he responds to my compliance.

I love that I trust him to do any and all of it.

“I want to take my time with you, but I know we can’t, but I’m going to make the most of this. The most of you,” he promises.

“Yes. Please,” I beg.

His hands move to my ass, digging his fingers into my flesh. His lips find mine once more, teasing and licking along the seam. “You taste so fucking sweet.”

I’m lost in his words. I open my mouth to the invasion of his tongue and savor the feeling of his against mine, of our bodies pressed so tightly together.

It’s as if we are in our own bubble, and nothing can touch us here, and I never want to leave if it means leaving his arms, his warmth. He takes one hand off my ass to reach between us, pushing his fingers inside. The moment he reaches the wetness, pooling between my legs, I see stars.

“So fucking wet for me,” he says against my jaw. His voice is raspy and dark. “Tell me what you want me to do to this beautiful body of yours. To this gorgeous pussy.” He hooks his finger and strokes that magical spot within that makes me whimper and my body feel as if he’s set it on fire.

My mouth can’t seem to form words, but I manage a gasp when he strokes me harder. Faster. I cry out and tighten my legs around his waist. “I want you.”

“What do you want me to do to you?”

“I…I want you to fuck me.”

“I’ve never wanted to do anything more in my entire fucking life than fuck you right now.” He unwraps my legs