Wild and Free (The Three #3)(42)

Without hesitation, she moved. Swinging her legs around, she pulled her panties down and tossed them away.

Abel clamped tight on her hips even as he shifted them both down the bed so his head was to the pillows, and as he did this, he heard her heart quicken.

“Climb on, baby,” he whispered, and watched her eyes flare. Then she moved, knowing exactly what he wanted and not hesitating to give it to him. He liked that, but still, he squeezed in with his fingers before she got anywhere and muttered, “Kiss first.”

Her body melted into his as her mouth descended to his. Her tongue sliding between his lips, Abel let her drink from him. Then he moved his hands to her ass, cupped it, and he drank from her.

He broke the kiss and said, “Now give me that cunt.”

“Okay, Abel,” she breathed, moved again, positioning and lowering her * on his face.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her down at the same time he lifted his head and drove his tongue inside.

Her hips bucked and her cunt coated his tongue with a rush of juices.

Yeah, responsive.

Fuck.

He ate her, he did it hard and mercilessly, holding her down as she panted, whimpered, ground in, rocked, tore her nightshirt off like she couldn’t bear it anymore, then tried to shift away when he knew it was getting too much for her. But he kept at her, the sweet tang of her finally on his tongue outside a dream. It was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Better than her blood and her blood was sublime.

He made her come and she did it hard, slamming down on him and crying out, “Abel, baby,” like she’d done in her dream.

Definitely better in reality.

She was still feeling it when he yanked her down his body and fisted a hand in her hair, looking at her face soft and languid with her orgasm, his cock aching to drive into her.

“You’re gonna take my dick now,” he said roughly.

“Okay, Abel,” she breathed.

“Ride me or I ride you?”

Her head fell forward, her lips sliding across his cheek to his ear where she whispered, “Fuck me, baby.”

He rolled her to her back, positioned, and drove in.

Her back arched clean off the bed, her knees jerking up, her head digging into the mattress, her moan driving straight to his dick.

Christ, she was unbelievable.

He let go and she took him. More than took him. He was not unaware he was generously endowed, but her * accommodated him, clutched him, gripped him, milked him, demanded more from him. All this even as Delilah did the same, clawing at his back, jerking up her knees to get more, panting and gasping. He held nothing back, ramming into her hot wet so hard, he drove her up the bed until her head was hanging off the side.

“Abel,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he grunted.

She lifted her head, her eyes slits, the look on her face making him pound harder. She lifted her hands to grip his head on either side and she whimpered, “Abel.”

“Fuck yeah,” he growled.

She held on as her head dropped back, her mouth opening, no sound coming out, but he knew she was there because her cunt seized his dick and immediately milked his orgasm right out of him. He buried himself deep, his ass clenching as he poured his seed inside her on a savage snarl.

The orgasm so big, unable to hold himself up, he dropped to her, his lips to her neck arched back over the mattress, her pulse pounding into his skin.

She slid her hands into his hair and held him there.

It took a while but eventually she spoke.

“You’re kinda good at that.”

He smiled against her skin.

“And by ‘kinda,’ I mean seriously f*cking good at it.”

He lifted his head, she lifted hers, and he kept his seat inside her even as he dragged her back down the bed so she could rest her head.

She glided her hands out of his hair to his neck, down his chest, and around, where she clamped them at his back, her thighs pressing into his sides.

He moved a hand to swing her calves in so she was all around him, then bent and touched his mouth to hers.

When he lifted away, he stilled when he saw uncertainty in her eyes.

“Lilah?”

“Is it as good for you as it is for me?”

Jesus.

She had to ask?

“Uh…yeah.”

She studied him.

She didn’t believe him.

“And by ‘yeah,’ I mean f*ck yeah,” he clarified.

Tentatively, she grinned.

“Tame the green-eyed temptress, *cat,” he started on an order, “so I can tell you what you already know but will get pissed at. I’ve been doin’ this a long time, banged a lot of *, so I got practice to make it good for you. You don’t have that and you’re phenomenal.”

“Really?”

“None better.”

Her eyes got big before they went soft, as did her body under him. “Really?”

He slid his hands up her sides, one going in and to her face to cup the side of it.

“Really, Lilah.”

“Two hundred years of competition, that’s saying something.”

He grinned down at her. “Only been f*ckin’ for just a hair over half that.”

Her head jerked. “Whoa, you started late.”

“Aged slow, bao bei, seriously slow. Took me fifty years to reach ten, eleven human years. So had a major long childhood.”