Page 79 of Rising Star

My lips claimed his. Slow and torturous.

Pushing myself up, I removed the shirt covering my bare skin. Sam’s irises darkened when they roamed all over my blazing flesh.

“You sure you’re up to it?” he asked in his husky voice that melted every cell in me.

I nodded. “Yes. I want you. I’ve missed you too much. We have two months to make up for.” My hand dived into his boxer briefs, and I pumped his hardening cock, relishing every groan his lips couldn’t contain.

“Maddie—”

“I love you. And you know how much I love dessert. And treats.” I wriggled my eyebrows. “The thing is...I can’t reach down on my own. Would you feed me?” I batted my eyelashes. “Please.”

Sam’s fingers lowered to the mound between my legs, coated with my arousal, and played with my clit. I dug my nails into his biceps, pleasure clinging to me in waves as my hips rocked over his greedy fingers. “Oh, it feels good,” I cried, barely holding it together.

He leaned back to remove the last piece of clothing between us and balanced over me, feasting on my mouth as if he feared I could disappear. Sliding down the bed and pressing hot kisses in his wake, my man licked a trail down to my throbbing center. “Sam,” I pleaded, “I said I wanted dessert.”

“I’m hungry too.” Our eyes connected, his so dark I could barely make out the color in the early morning light.

“Feed me first. I dare you.”

His gaze lit up at the challenge. And I enjoyed this playful side of him. My man not backing down from a dare I pushed on him.

Kneeling beside my head, he leaned forward, his digits returning to between my thighs as whimpers of pleasure tumbled out. I enveloped his hand with mine to set the pace. My lips parted on a cry, and Sam used it as an invitation to guide his erection inside my mouth. I blinked. And relaxed my jaw when he slipped himself further in. I secured one hand behind his ass cheek and steered the movements of his hips as he fucked my mouth. With hollow cheeks, I sucked him harder. His fingers continued the assault on my sex. Stars blinded me. I hesitated between closing my eyes and letting the pleasure consume me or keeping them on Sam and watching his undoing. Because of me.

Hushed gasps left me.

“Do you like being fed my dick?” he asked.

I nodded, molding my lips to him.

Unable to not surrender control of his desires any longer, Sam pistoned his hips faster, and I relished the throaty growls he let out.

“Are you satiated yet?” he asked, his voice laced with repressed desire.

I shook my head.

Sam leaned away, and I tried to pull him back into my mouth.

“What do you want, Maddie?”

“You,” I cried out as he dragged a first orgasm out of me with his fingers. I screamed my release, my walls engulfing his digits deeper and holding them there. My hand fisted his cock, but Sam backed further away from my grip.

The flames rising in his eyes ignited my core. Plunging forward, he sucked on my lower lip, his teeth tugging, and his tongue licking every corner of my mouth.

Hovering over me, he nestled himself between my legs, laving my center and tasting my arousal. I purred as he accelerated the pace of his tongue, the sweet torture of my demise.

His fingers returned to between my legs, moving in and out at a quick tempo. Before I could come undone, he kneeled, and pushed inside me. We trembled together when he thrust deeper, taking my breath away.

“You good?” I nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ll pull out.”

One of his hands grabbed my shoulder, keeping me in place, and the other covered my mouth as he shoved a finger between my lips.

“Suck it, Maddie. While I fuck you.”

He pounded into me faster at a slight angle—making sure to avoid brushing my left leg—while fingering my mouth.

I moaned louder and pushed myself against him, increasing the contact of our bodies. Wrapping one arm around my waist, Sam pistoned his hips faster. Every cell in me quaked. They vibrated with bliss.

His tongue circled one of my puckered nipples, and he teased the flesh with his teeth, forcing me to arc my back when addictive sensations invaded me.