Chapter 69

He loved the sound of her gasps, and the way she rocked into his palm, but he was careful. He didn’t let her have that pressure where she wanted it.

“Dammit, Rhye,” she cried, and finally stilled.

“Good girl,” he purred, and curled his finger into her just right. He followed it up with a strong, slow lick right over her clit.

“Yes! Oh, thank fuck,” she cried, her hands digging into his hair as she continued to hold still for him.

He loved how responsive she was, how she glistened with her excitement.

Latching his lips around that little bundle of nerves, he sucked and lapped at her, fucking her with first one finger, then daring to stretch her with two. Finally, he let her move, and she rode him with abandon, her initial hesitance dissipated like smoke in the wind.

She bit her lip to try and hold in her moans, but he wanted to hear her. Wanted those sweet noises to fill the air around them.

“Make me come, Rhye,” she ordered.

His shaft throbbe