Spreading her with my thumbs, I didn’t hesitate, I dove in—licking, sucking, tasting, teasing. Elle bucked and writhed against my face, and I teased her entrance with two fingers before plunging them inside.

Every time. Every damn time the man set me off like a rocket. I was boneless on the bed as Lord rose to his feet. He always took care of me first and rarely let me take the lead. Today, that was going to change. When he leaned over the bed, I sat up and reached for his buckle.

“Whoa—”

“No. I want to give you at least a fraction of what you give me. And that means you’re going to stand right here and let me.”

Lord’s hand cradled my jaw. “You want to suck my dick?”

I nodded.

“Then I’m sure as hell not gonna argue.” His thumb brushed over my lips. “Open. See how sweet you taste.”

I did, and his thumb pressed inside. The salty sweetness of my own flavor burst on my tongue. Spurred on by the naughty move, I was even more determined to give him a night he’d never forget. Tomorrow, the entire world could fall to pieces, but we had tonight. This was more than sex. This was us. This was everything.

He withdrew his thumb, and I tugged at his button and zipper until I palmed his cock through his boxer briefs. Not wanting to waste time, I shoved both down his hips.

“I hope I don’t sound crazy when I tell you I can’t wait to get my hands on your cock.”

Lord’s fingers threaded through my hair, and he released a low laugh. “I’ll never complain about that. Ever.”

Wrapping a hand around the base, and always amazed when my fingers didn’t touch, I lowered my head. But a tug on my hair held me back from my prize. I looked up at Lord, and his expression was hot and determined.

“You want to give me what I need?”

“Yes,” I breathed, anticipation ratcheting up inside me.

“Then I want to fuck your mouth the way I’ve been dying to since the first time I saw you. You were standing in a crowd at Con’s party, and you had these red-as-sin lips. Every time you took a drink, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I wanted those lips. Wanted you. That night, I jacked off to the thought of fucking your sexy mouth and coming down your throat.”

I was already wet from the orgasm Lord had wrung from me, but now I was soaked.

Holy. Shit.

Again, Lord’s thumb trailed along my bottom lip. “Open. I want to see those lips wrapped around my cock.”

My mouth opened, and my hand fell away from his cock as he fisted it and held it to my lips.

“Lick the tip.”

My nipples puckered, and I followed his orders. I circled the head, catching the salty precum on my tongue.

Lord’s fingers tightened in my hair, and I knew he was holding back. I didn’t want that. I wanted him to let go. I reached around and grabbed his ass with both hands—fuck, it was a nice ass—and tried to pull him forward.

“Not until I’m ready,” he growled. “And I’m going to savor this.”

Slowly, inch-by-inch, Lord fed his cock into my mouth. He was a big man, almost an uncomfortable fit. I relaxed my jaw, eyes darting up to take him in.

The absolute worship on his face destroyed any hint of discomfort I might be feeling.

“So fucking beautiful.”

And then he began to fuck my face. Hands in my hair, a thumb brushing the hollow of my cheek as he slid in and out—it was intense … and amazing.

I reached up and cupped his balls, and his groan vibrated through his body.

“Fuck, I wanted this to last longer…” He unleashed a growl and threw his head back. “You’re gonna swallow me down. Every last drop.”

Hell yes I am, I thought. I’d take it all. For him.

He yelled my name as he came.

And I took it all.

Lord stared down at me, both thumbs skimming my cheeks as I pulled away. The intensity on his face had morphed into … something I wasn’t sure I was interpreting correctly.

He sat down beside me and pulled me across his lap.

“Don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’m not letting you go. Whatever happens, Elle, you’re mine, and you’re staying mine.”

My words came without thought: “Like I could ever be anyone else’s.”

I woke up with Lord’s arms around me, his chest to my back … and his cock sliding inside me.

The last time I’d woken, I’d been the one to reach for him. Sleep paled in comparison to this.

“Can’t get enough of you. Fuck. Don’t think I ever will.” Lord’s words were scratchy with sleep, and I arched my back, pushing into him.

“I’m okay with that,” I said as his arm slipped around me and pulled me tighter before cupping my breast and toying with my nipple.

His thrusts were slow and steady, dragging out the pleasure for both of us as our bodies woke to the sensations. My breathing quickened, and I could feel Lord’s chest expanding and contracting behind me.

His hand slid down, finding my clit, and I was poised on the brink in moments. He knew exactly how to play my body to wring every last ounce of pleasure from me.

“You gonna come with me?” he asked, his teeth finding my earlobe and scraping along it.

“Mmmhmmm,” I moaned, moving into his touch. “But only if you’re going to come in the next sixty seconds, otherwise you’re going to have to play catch up.”

Lord’s thrusts increased, faster and harder, driving us both to the edge. My inner muscles clamped down on him as my body detonated.

“Fuck,” he groaned, tensing with his own orgasm.

We lay there for a moment, spooned together, before Lord pulled away.

“Oh fuck.” This time, the word was not sexy, but concerned.

“What?” I asked, and then I felt it. The wetness sliding out of me. I knew exactly what he was oh fuck-ing about before he even said it.

“I forgot a condom. Didn’t even think about anything but getting inside you again.” He climbed off the bed and headed out of the room.

My mind zigzagged out of post-coital bliss to practicality as he retuned with a washcloth and helped me clean up.

“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean,” I said.

“I’m clean, too, but still—” Lord tossed the washcloth on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. “I should’ve—”