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“Come on, Kitten.”
The way he says that-Kitten-makes something flutter low in my belly, I drop to my hands and knees, each breath catching as I start to crawl.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his hand still pumping.
I reach him. He catches a handful of my hair, angling my face up.
“Say the words.”
I stare up at him. “I’m yours. Can I have a taste now?”
He grins, all teeth.
“You can have anything you want from now on, Kitten.”
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and slide my mouth over him. The taste is a mix of gel and him-salty, heady, familiar. He lets out a low moan, hips twitching. His hand stays in my hair, guiding me, pressing me deeper until I gag a little.
“I love how you take it,” he groans. “This mouth-this throat-was made for me. You’ve been depriving it of what it needs, a good piece of meat to choke on.”
I hum around him, eyes lifting to meet his. He holds my gaze as I bob my head, tongue swirling. His thighs tighten. The way he grips my hair gets rougher.
“Keep your eyes on me, baby. Just like that.”
I keep sucking, working him slow, then fast, taking him as deep as I can, letting my lips glide and tighten with each pull. I can feel the tension building in him, the way he gets closer with every stroke of my tongue.
Then he pulls my head off him with a hiss.
He climbs backward up the bed until his head hits the pillow.
“Come sit on my face while you suck it.”
Normal People Ask Silly Questions
I climb up after him, swing a leg over his face, and plant my knees on either side of his head. Then I go down a little. “When I say sit, you fucking smother me. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
I start to lower myself again, hesitating just enough that my center brushes his nose.
“You’re not listening,” he growls.
Then he grips my hips and pulls me all the way down.
The first swipe of his tongue makes my thighs tremble.
I grind against him without thinking, moaning as his mouth devours me. He doesn’t lick. He feasts. Tongue flat and firm, then pointed and teasing. My hips start moving on their own, rubbing me deeper into his face.
He groans into me, and I nearly collapse.
Lifting me up a little, he says, “Put my dick in your mouth, Sloane.”
I lean forward, reach between us, and take him back in my mouth.
And just like that, I’m riding his tongue while sucking him, pleasure coursing through me in every direction. He starts fucking me with his tongue, deep and slow, then fast and relentless.
I’m trying to focus. Trying to keep my breathing steady. My hands are planted on the sheets beside his hips, my mouth wrapped around him, but every ounce of control is slipping.
Because he’s not just licking me. He’s devouring me.
His hands are gripping my thighs, keeping me locked in place over his face, and I try to keep sucking him, try to stay with it, but my rhythm stutters the second his tongue slides back inside me. Deep. Firm.
“Knox,” I gasp, his name breaking free around him in my mouth.
He groans against me, and the vibration sends a jolt up my spine. My thighs tremble. My grip on his shaft slips. My mouth falls open.
I almost bite down when it happens-when the orgasm rips through me without warning. I choke back the cry, but my body gives me away. My legs lock, my hips twitch forward, and my vision goes white.
I’m still trembling when he moves.
One second, I’m panting above him, trying to come back to earth. The next, I’m flat on my back and then flipped-legs pushed up, back arched, my shoulders bearing most of my weight as he lifts me effortlessly into position.
And then he pushes inside me.
I cry out, my hands scrabbling at the sheets, because the sensation is different-richer. There’s nothing between us. No condom.
Just skin.
My eyes fly open. “Knox,” I gasp. “You’re not wearing-“
“I know,” he says, voice strained, eyes locked on where we’re joined. “I needed to feel all of you.”
And God, I feel all of him.
Every inch. Every ridge. The curve of his piercing dragging against something wickedly sensitive inside me. The pulse of his cock matching the erratic rhythm of my heart. He’s deeper than he’s ever been.
I gasp. “Oh, fuck. I’m not on birth control.”
“We’ll get you on it,” he grits out, still moving.
Every push inside me is devastating. It feels like I’m being split apart and sewn back together in the same breath.
I can feel him everywhere. Not just deep inside me but high up, against places that make my toes curl. My body clenches instinctively every time he thrusts in, like I’m trying to keep him there.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, breath hitching. “God, don’t stop. It’s-fuck-it’s so good.”
“I don’t plan to, Kitten.”
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I feel him speeding up. His breathing grows ragged. His grip on my hips tightens. The thick ridge of him twitches inside me, and I know he’s close.
“Knox-” I start, barely able to form the words.
“You want something, Kitten?” he pants, eyes locked on mine.
Normal People Ask Silly Questions
“You gotta pull out.”
He grits his teeth, thrusts harder. “Cum for me first. I want to feel you squeezing”
And I do.
I let go.
The orgasm slams into me with the force of a freight train. My body shakes so violently it feels like I might shatter. My legs tremble, my fingers claw at his arms, and I want to run, to curl away from how hard it hits-but he holds me down. Keeps going.
Keeps fucking me through it.
And then, just as I feel him start to lose control, he pulls out with a curse and pumps himself twice-three times-and spills all over my stomach with a low, guttural groan.
“You’d better get on that birth control soon,” he says, still panting. “Next one goes inside you.”
My back finally drops flat onto the bed, spine curving down like I’ve been unplugged.
“It doesn’t work that fast,” I mumble, eyes half-lidded, legs too weak to move. “You’ll just end up getting me pregnant.” He laughs-a deep, slow chuckle that vibrates in my chest.
Then he shifts beside me, lying down, one arm tucked behind his head as he stares at the ceiling.
“You know,” I say, dragging the words out slowly, “other normal people would just ask… ‘Can you be my girlfriend, Sloane?” He turns to look at me. “Are you implying I’m normal?”
“I’m saying most people don’t negotiate exclusivity mid-orgasm.”
“Asking you out sounds so high school, don’t you think? Someone like me… I’m more likely to kidnap you and chain you to my bed than ask a silly question like that.”
I stare at him, heart pounding.