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Sophie couldn’t escape, so she turned her face inward, trying to hide against him, trying to hide from what was happening. “Don’t know.”
“Can’t have that. You need to know. You’re getting so wet for me, being good for me. I like that. That will get you a reward. This is how it goes; you do what I say, I always make you feel good. You don’t do what I say, only I get to feel good. You get me, yeah? Make sense?”
“Yes.” She told him what he expected to hear.
His touching made her needy. Her questions. The reasonable fears. This crazy-wrong situation. The litany of wrong evaporating under Micah’s dauntless attention.
He moved her clit with those little circles of his and it was so much better than anything she’d ever done for herself. His face was in her hair, inhaling her, and she turned into him, helpless. Lost.
He kept the touch steady, kissing her now and then, focused completely on her and the stimulation that pushed her higher and higher.
Sophie tried to stay still and deny the pleasure. Breathing through her mouth, she held back the sounds that wanted to escape. But Micah knew what to do. Everything was right: his breath in her ear, the hand holding her breast, just cupping and cradling her, and his maddening touch. Soon enough, he broke her with perfection, crushed her resistance, until all she could focus on was getting more.
She held back her noises until he moved his hand, shifting his hips, she cried out, “Don’t stop, please!” Because she needed it, needed his hand there, and it was worth everything.
Instead of acting like she expected him to and berating her, he shushed her. His sensual mouth kissed the side of her head, teeth nibbling at the top of her ear. Bucking his hips, he did something behind her, opened himself so that she felt the silk of his skin, the tickle of hair.
Moved his briefs and freed himself. His cock. He had his penis out and it felt incredible as he fit himself in the notch between her legs from behind.
She moaned his name, the sound twisted up with need and fear, yes and no. “Micah.”
“Together, Starlight. We do this together,” he told her.
She wanted to sit up and see, to pull away, to press in, but he held her. Told her what to do. If he stopped telling her what to do, she was going to explode into a million pieces and never find herself again. She just knew it.
“Stay here. Stay open. Just. Like. This,” he grunted. Taking her hand, he brought it down between her legs.
“Put your hand here,” he told her. Her immediate response was to pull away, but he slapped her thigh hard, and she cried out, submitting to him.
It was wet, and strange.
He made a few short, tight movements with his hips, groaning low, saying something she didn’t hear as he arched behind her. The fat head of his cock fit just right between the folds of her sex, gently touching the fleshy bundle of nerves he had been circling with his fingers. Made to fit there. Holding that heat in her hand, she could put him where she wanted him. Get what she needed.
But it was strange. There was something under her fingers besides his cock, round and ball-shaped, and she couldn’t imagine what she was feeling. Couldn’t ask, because he was moving against her. His arm across her chest, above her exposed, trembling breasts, his other pulling one thigh up and away, so that she couldn’t close her legs and stop the languid caresses. Took her right back to the place of intensity where he’d had her before.
“Give me a taste. Don’t press too hard, you’ll push me in, and I won’t fucking stop. I’ll fuck right into that tiny little hole of yours,” Micah warned huskily.
She made noises back at him, unable to form words. Close to something, just on the verge.
“Let it happen. Come on me. Come all over my dick. Do it, baby. Give it to me.”
Chapter Four
Micah
She went from stiff and fearful to becoming a live wire in his arms with rolling surges of pleasure jerking through her muscles. He kept her right there, mindlessly on the edge and crazy with need, but clueless about what was coming for her. The white of her skin blushed pink all the way down her bouncing chest, and her sex had become petals of ripe, juicy color as her body betrayed her mind and submitted to desire.
On the other side of every experience for her, his girl didn’t know how to escape from him or from his power over her body. She didn’t know how to hide from herself. Every response, everything she gave him, was pure, fucking beautiful.
“No, no, no, no,” she babbled.
He wrapped himself around her from behind to absorb every pulse of her response, her naked pussy rubbing against his cock. He burned with the need for release, throbbed to be inside her tight, wet tunnel. “I told you what to do. You telling me no? You want me to stop?”
“Oh, please, please,” she cried, pressing back as he thrust forward, her little pale fingers curved around her sex to the underside of his cock-almost joined together—his piercing riding her clit.
“What’s that, Sophie? What? Didn’t I tell you to come on me? Do it. Right now!” He put the force of his will behind that command, pushing her over the edge into the sugar-bliss.
She sucked in a breath, moans dropping into feminine growling. The sound resonated in her throat and chest as the orgasm took over her body and squeezed her hard. Her thighs trembled, ass tightened, bathing him in the fluid and heat of release.
