Broken Dove (Fantasyland #4)(91)

When my eyes went from his arm to his, I saw now they’d really fired. At seeing it, I fought squirming in his lap, took heart that he liked what I was doing, stretched his other arm out and did the same thing.

When I looked back at him, his eyes were ablaze and I couldn’t fight the squirm.

“You said we’d explore,” I whispered and his eyes scorched into me. “I want to explore.” I kept whispering.

He said nothing, just held my gaze, his burning into mine causing a burn in me.

“Will you hold onto the headboard while I explore, baby?”

At that, his eyes flared and his voice was a growl when he said, “For you, poppy, I’ll try.”

I felt my sex convulse at his answer.

“Thank you, honey.”

His look was so hot, making me so hot, I didn’t delay.

I put my lips to him explored.

Running them and my tongue up his neck, across his throat, along his collarbone, I moved down and added my hands. I traced the bulges of his pectorals with my lips then moved to his ni**les. With my thumb rubbing one, my tongue lashed the other.

His h*ps bucked and a stifled groan rumbled in his chest.

He liked it.

Thank God, he liked it.

So I gave him more, taking my time, sometimes lifting my eyes to see his face darkened, his eyes heated, watching me.

And I liked that.

Thus I gave him more. Scooting down, I pushed the covers down with me.

And there he was. Hard, long and thick, standing proud, an invitation for my attention.

God, gorgeous.

I adjusted in a way he knew what I wanted and he spread his legs. I fell through and he lifted his knees, legs now wide.

I took him in, spread. For me. His gorgeous c**k rock-hard. For me. All the power of him contained and waiting. For me.

All his beauty…for me.

Oh yes.

My ni**les throbbed, my br**sts felt heavy, the satin against them glorious torture, the area between my legs wet, I curled up between his legs, dipped close and ran the tip of my tongue up the underside of his hard cock, from base to the ridge of the tip.

Another groan, this one not stifled, and another buck of his hips.

I looked up at him to see the muscles in his arms and chest straining and the veins of his arms had popped out. His hands were gripping the headboard hard and I swallowed a whimper at seeing his power leashed, his passion controlled.

For me.

I gave him a small smile.

“Take my cock,” he ordered, his voice thick.

I dropped my head and kissed the tip but gave him no more.

“Maddie—”

I moved and ran my tongue along the juncture of his hip and thigh. He shifted with agitation. I did too, then I moved to run my tongue along the other juncture.

“Take my cock, Maddie,” he rumbled.

I looked up at him, holding his eyes as I again ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft.

“Gods,” he groaned, his head going back, his corded throat and the bottom of his strong, square jaw exposed. Taking all that in, I felt my cl*t start to pulse.

“You’re so freaking beautiful,” I whispered and his chin tipped down.

“Take my cock,” he clipped.

“So unbelievably beautiful.”

“Take me, Madeleine.”

I slid my tongue out slowly, touching its tip to the tip of his cock.

A rumble tore from his chest and I saw now the muscles of his arms straining and his fingers were gripping the headboard so hard I feared he’d tear it apart.

At that, I decided it was time to give him more.

I wrapped my hand around his cock, brought it to me and took it deep.

“Thank the gods,” he rasped out, his neck again arching.

Then I gave it to him, mouth, tongue and hand. I sucked deep. I wrapped my hand tight and stroked hard. I vaguely noticed that now, his whole body was straining, even his legs and I knew he was fighting back surging up and f**king my mouth.

And that turned me on more.

His rumbles became groans, spurring me on and when they deepened and I felt his body tightening, I slid him out and sat up.

His head came up and his eyes seared into me.

“I want you to take my seed down your throat,” he commanded, and at his words, another rush of wetness saturated my sex.

But I fell to my hip, yanked up my nightgown and tugged down my panties.

Swiftly, I shifted up to straddling him, grabbed my nightgown and pulled it over my head, tossing it away.

“Another time, baby,” I offered, reached between us and curled my fingers around his cock.

“Take me deep and ride hard, poppy.”

He wasn’t getting this. He didn’t get to give orders.

But, damn, I liked how he did.

Still, I slid his tip through my wetness and whispered, “In a minute.”

“Now.”

I moved him to my clit, used him to rub hard against it and that felt f**king awesome.

“In a minute,” I gasped.

“Now, Madeleine.”

I rubbed him harder against me and made a mistake.

My head had fallen back, what he was giving me and I was giving me consuming me, I repeated myself.

But added the word “baby.”

Suddenly I found my hand pulled from his cock. I righted my head just as he positioned himself to my entrance and both his hands grasped my waist. Fingers digging in, he drove me down.