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Chapters (36)
  1. Contents
  2. Author's Note
  3. Dedication
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. EPILOGUE
  35. Also by Tammy Subia
  36. About the Author

Finally—fucking finally—we’re both naked. Getting on top of me again, he lines up our cocks so that they slide gloriously against each other as he rolls his hips. He’s got one arm braced beside my head to hold himself up, and when he grips both of our cocks in his other hand and starts stroking slowly, I turn my head to the side and bite him, because I don’t know what else to do with how good this feels.

He growls, making my dick jerk in his hand. And this wild kingdom thing we’ve got going on is great, but I need him to make me come, and then I need to make him come. Or the other way around. It doesn’t matter, as long as we’re both coming our brains out very, very soon.

Apparently, he has other ideas about dragging this out though. Because he lets go of our cocks and slides himself down my body until he’s settled between my legs, which he spreads open by wrapping a strong hand around each of my thighs.

He gives me a feral look, right before he leans down and sucks at the crease of my thigh and groin.

“Unnngh,” I moan.

That only seems to encourage him to continue on with the perfect torture. He’s kneading my inner thighs with his hands and using his mouth to suck and bite and lick at the sensitive skin. The rough scrape of his facial hair there is almost enough to send me over the edge. But it’s not quite enough, and he’s ignoring my cock, even though it’s leaking shamelessly now.

“I thought you weren’t going to tease,” I whine, fisting the sheets to resist grabbing his hair and forcing his mouth where I want it the most.

He glances up at me with a dangerous smile. “I didn’t say that. I just said I wasn’t aware I was doing it before.”

The noise I make is something between a frustrated growl and a pitiful whine. But I don’t care if that was embarrassing, because he sits up to get the lube bottle out of my bedside drawer, then returns to his spot between my legs. A spot I wish he’d never leave.

I brace myself up on my forearms to watch as he rubs some lube between his fingers, warming it. And then, with his eyes locked on mine, he reaches down, rubbing two fingers around my hole before he slowly slides them both inside. I gasp, but my body welcomes the intrusion.