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    Without Me(Men of Inked #7) by Chelle Bliss
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    “N-n-now?” she stuttered as her chest heaved.

    “Now,” I demanded before I swept my tongue across her swollen clit.

    She twitched, ready to burst, and needed more friction. I wouldn’t give it to her until she said what I wanted to hear. When she didn’t answer right away, I nipped her lip to make her focus.

    With glazed eyes, she stared at me as if she were trying to focus. “Yes. Yes!” She gripped my hair, pulling my face forward. “Anything you want.”

    Her answer was good enough for now. I wouldn’t let her forget or go back on her word, but I’d use every opportunity to remind her of the promise she’d made me. I sucked her into my mouth, spreading her legs wider, and waited for her body to shake in my hands. She started to writhe on the couch, chasing the orgasm as she mashed her pussy into my face.

    Opening my eyes, I watched as she came apart in my arms, a scream sounding from behind her closed mouth. It erupted in her throat and grew to the point that it had to break free. As her mouth fell open, the sound became almost operatic in nature. It was the most beautiful melody I’d ever heard.

    When her hands softened on my scalp, her body grew lax into the cushions. I didn’t waste a moment as I latched on harder, ready to bring her the next orgasm. I wasn’t about waiting. We’d done that enough over the last however many weeks she’d had my dick in a vise.

    “I need time,” she pleaded as I started to assault her most sensitive area.

    I shook my head, not releasing her from my mouth as I drove forward.

    “No. Gah,” she said as she pushed my head down. “Oh.”

    Needing to feel her as she came again, I rubbed two fingers on the outside of her before pushing them inside. As I stretched her slightly, she whimpered from the intrusion and I increased the suction of my lips.

    Her pussy contracted, sucking my fingers deeper inside. Using a rocking motion, I massaged her G-spot as I grazed her clit with my teeth and flicked it with my tongue. She pushed me away, trying to get out of reach from the onslaught of sensations my touch was causing. Ignoring her, I buried my face deeper and held her in place with my one hand still planted behind her knee. I ate like a starved man until she was writhing on the couch, screaming my name.

    As she lay there breathing heavily, her body shook from the aftershocks. Her pussy pulsed as I continued to rock my fingers inside her.

    “No more,” she begged. “Please. I need to catch my breath.” She grabbed her chest. Her skin had grown damp from exhaustion and glowed in the soft light of the tableside lamp.

    I didn’t have enough. I wasn’t done. No matter what she thought, I was in charge now. No longer would I let her lead me by the balls and rule the relationship. I’d use the one weapon I had that I knew worked on Max.

    Sex.

    Bringing my mouth down on her again, I gave her no rest. I locked my grip behind her knee and pushed my face forward, leaving no space between us.

    “I hate you,” she whimpered as she tried to use her feet on my thighs to move away. “It feels so good.”

    I kept to my plan, devouring her pussy like it was my last meal. I’d forever leave an imprint of my face on her pussy for her to remember. I wanted there to be no doubt who brought her the most pleasure in her life.

    Her hands slapped down on the couch before she dug her nails into the white cotton material. “Fuck,” she hissed as her back arched.

    As the walls of her core pulsated, her body began to shake uncontrollably. Her mouth grew rigid as her lips trembled and hung open slightly. The spasm raked over her body for some time as I kept my lips on her flesh, pulling her through the ecstasy she had fought so hard.

    By the time she came down from the last orgasm, I thought my dick was about to break off. I had a hard-on to end all hard-ons. I’d fought every urge I had to stop in the middle of my carnal feast and shove my cock inside her warmth. Who said that I wasn’t a patient man?

    When I backed away from her, I slid my fingers out and licked every ounce of her arousal off them. She glared, but watched me with her mouth still agape. The look on her face brought me pride. I’d brought her over the edge again and again and I’d accomplished what I set out to do—remind her that she belonged to me.

    As I slipped my fingers out of my mouth, I moaned. Even though I’d had my face submerged in her sex for longer than I’d realized, the last drops were still as sweet.

    Using my saliva mingled with her wetness, I stroked my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head from the frisson of pleasure that skated over my body. I needed to come. Not for the orgasm, but I needed a release from the pent-up emotion from the day. I needed to fuck her attitude out of her system and mine.

    As I stood, she kept her eyes pinned to me. She took in shaky breaths as I rubbed my cock and paid special attention to the tip. I gripped tighter, catching on the piercings, sending a jolt through my body.

    “But—” she said as I moved toward her.

    “Now,” I demanded, unwilling to wait or let her be in charge.

    She nodded as her eyes grew wide and I moved closer. Releasing my hardened length, I grabbed her behind the knees and dragged her body forward so her ass no longer touched the couch. I pulled upward as I bent her legs toward her body, moving her ass into the air and folding her a bit as I pushed her knees toward her chest.

    I pushed through her opening, feeling a bit of resistance. She was tight normally, but after the numerous orgasms, her pussy had constricted as a means of self-preservation. I tugged her forward and plowed into her.

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