My Ex's Baby (Crescent Cove 8)

“Yes, baby. Yes.” He swapped his fingers for his tongue and I cupped his scruffy cheek with fingers still damp from me.

Eyes locked, I covered my mouth with my hand and tried to keep it together while the world spun and shattered.

He never stopped.

Wrung out, I writhed against the bed. I was already starting to climb again. He was working me as patiently as he would one of his creations, content to spend as long as it took to get the result he sought. His fingers and mouth were relentless.

Not coming again was impossible. I grabbed the pillow and bit down to stifle my cries.

He coaxed me through my orgasm, still sucking my clit with every slick stroke of his fingers. I was pulsing all over for him and straining for more.

Just the way he wanted me.

When he finally drew back to breathe, he licked his lips. Slow and oh so dirty.

“I could spend my life between your thighs.”

His lips and chin were wet with me. I wanted to kiss him. Wanted to share that with him too.

As if he knew, he leaned up and fisted a hand in my hair to bring our mouths together, the kiss all clashing lips and teeth. He tasted like me. Every suck on his tongue just made me crave his cock.

Bare. Nothing between us.

We were really going to do this.

He shifted his kisses to my neck before pushing back my hair. “Look at that.” His voice was thick with wonder as he traced the pad of his finger behind my ear. “Ladybug.”

“Yeah.” I shifted my head to give him more access to explore. “My only tattoo. For luck.”

“It’s lovely and delicate, just like you. But strong underneath.”

“Don’t flatter me.” I reached down to grasp his insanely tight ass. “Just fuck me.”

His cock jerked between us. “As you wish.”

I dug my nails into the firm flesh, dragging him on top of me, moaning at the feel of his hard length nestling into the cradle of my thighs as if he belonged there.

Because he did.

“Wanted to make this last,” he mumbled against my lips. “I can’t.”

“In me. Don’t hold back.”

He planted his fist beside me on the pillow and flexed his hips, sinking into me to the hilt with a long rumble of pleasure. He bit my lower lip, pulling it between his teeth as he drew back and did it again. His big hand enfolded my breast and I tipped back my head to haul in air when he pinched my nipple. The flash of pain shot right to my clit and I tightened around him, so full of him that I couldn’t even move. All I could do wa

s press my legs into his sides and hang on as he retreated and drove in again.

I reached up to frame his face in my hands, holding on to him while he thrusted in and out. The bed was rocking so hard I was sure someone would hear. Had to. But I couldn’t ask him to stop. Not now.

He grew almost imperceptibly inside me as he scraped his teeth down my throat. “Last chance,” he gritted out. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes. Inside.”

“You sure?” He reared back enough to stare down at me, the cords in his neck defined in sharp relief. Little droplets of sweat clung to his hairline, where the faintest hints of silver were just starting to show.

Every part of him appealed to me. Inside and out.

“Yes. I’m sure. And me too.” Yet another thing I couldn’t stop. He was taking me with him, possessing my body as if only he knew the combination to my lock. All of them were snapping open for him even as I fought to hold on.