I told myself not to panic and resorted to using the only weapon I had—my mouth. I added suction and swirled my tongue, flicked and darted until his hips thrust in abandon. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care because I was about to send him over the edge, I could already tell.

“Fuck,” he said with a growl as he came. He let go of my nose, and I almost choked as he spilled down my throat. He yanked out, and some of his cum spurted onto my lips and chin. “You play dirty.”

“Not nearly as dirty as you!” I said, still gasping for air.

His lips quirked up in a lopsided grin. “You have no idea.” He curled my fingers around the bars of the headboard before sliding down my body. “Spread your legs.”

“No!”

“Spread your fucking legs.”

Something about his tone made me tremble. I opened my thighs without another word of protest, and he slid his hands underneath my ass, thumbs skimming the entrance of my sex. His mouth parted, hot breath igniting me, and I arch into his erotic kiss with a moan, fingers squeezing the shit out of the bars as his tongue burrowed into me.

My legs fell to the sides, quaking uncontrollably. I gritted my teeth as my center coiled, seconds away from coming undone when he switched to light, closed-mouthed kisses that torturously teased. I held my breath, refusing to cry out in frustration. I needed to come, so bad, and I was seconds away from begging him for it, from grabbing at his skin as if it were my lifeline.

I wanted him all over me, inside me, and wrapping me in his raw and brutal strength.

“Please, Rafe—”

He closed his lips over my clit, and I bowed over the mattress with a wail. He flicked his tongue, just light enough to drive me insane. “Rafe, please…for the love of God, I need more.” The headboard shook under the force of my grip.

“So do I,” he said, words vibrating along my pussy. “I need the truth.” He worked his way to my core, tongue lapping up moisture, before returning to my downfall—that little spot that was an instant away from sending me hurtling into ecstasy-like chaos. Pushing a finger into me, his tongue pressed on my clit hard.

“Oh God…oh my fucking God…”

He pulled away, and an anguished cry tore from my throat. He propped his head on a hand and looked at me between shamelessly spread legs, my knees bent on either side of him and feet flat on the mattress.

“How bad do you want it?”

“Stupid question.”