Page 73 of Covert Operation

Then…

A low groan rumbles through my chest as her mouth glides over me again. Except now there’s none of the sweetness from before. No soft flicks of her tongue. No slow strokes of her lips.

One hand grips the base of me, holding tight as her cheeks hollow, the suction nearly enough to make me black out. When her other hand curves around my balls, giving them a little tug, I nearly lose it. Desperation makes me rougher with her than I want as I drag her free, flipping her small body under mine so I can pin her in place and put an end to this fucking insanity. “Stop.”

“No.” She shoves at my chest. “You stop.” Savannah gives up trying to push me away. Instead, she grabs my face, her tight grip distorting my mouth as she glares up at me. “Stop treating me like I’m going to break.” Her eyes narrow. “I’m not.” Her hold gentles. “You don’t have to hold back with me.” Her fingers move over my skin, tracing my chin. “I trust you, and I want you to trust me.”

“I do trust you.” She’s not the problem. “I don’t trust myself.” I risk touching her, letting one hand palm her hip. “You don’t know how much I want you.” I take a breath, trying to calm the need still coursing through my veins. “How much I want from you.”

I’m trying to warn her. Trying to make her see why it has to be this way for now.

Showing no sense of self-preservation, Savannah smiles up at me and says, “Then take it.” She takes a quick breath before testing every bit of willpower I have by saying, “I want you to take it all.”

Fuck.

I can hold back from what I want. Even from what I need. She’s a different story.

“Is that really what you want, Savannah?” My voice is rough as I glide my hand up her side, dragging the fabric of her shirt along as I go. “Because it’s not going to be pretty or sweet or gentle.”

The air rushes from her lungs. “That actually sounds amazing.”

That wasn’t the answer I was hoping for. Or maybe it was. I don’t even fucking know anymore. But it’s the answer she gave me. It’s also the answer that pulls the frayed thread of my control taut and neatly snips it right in half, setting me free.

I don’t even remember how I peel away her clothes. All I know is, in the blink of an eye, Savannah’s naked under me, every inch of her skin bare beneath me. I take her in, letting my hands and mouth roam over her soft, warm body.

Her nipples bead under my tongue and tighten against my teeth as I worship each of them in turn, making her writhe against the mattress. The sounds that come from her lips have my dick leaking and my balls aching for release. And I want more of them. More of her.

I groan against the wet heat of her pussy as I settle between her thighs, desperate for another taste of her. Desperate to feel her come against my tongue. To bring her just a little of what she deserves.

Like last night, it’s not long before she shatters, her thighs tight against my ears as she rides it out. Unlike last night, I’m not holding back. Not denying myself or her. Not anymore.

If she wants me to take it all, then I’m going to.

I’m barely notched against her before I sink deep, a curse grinding through my clenched teeth. I’m already fighting not to come, which isn’t a good sign.

Savannah’s hands come to grip my biceps, her nails digging into my skin. Her lips are parted, eyes locked on mine, pupils blown as I rock into her, each breath she takes bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

But I’m not going over without her.

“It’s time to give me what I want, Savannah.” I lean down to drag my lips along her neck, mouth just below her ear when I say, “You told me to take what I want, and what I want is to feel your pussy squeeze my cock when you come for me again.”

She sucks in a sharp breath, clenching around me in a tease of what’s to come.

“Just like that, Sweetheart.” I watch her face as I adjust my angle. When she sucks in a sharp breath, her body tensing, I smile. Gripping her behind one knee, I push Savannah’s leg out so I can hold my position a little easier. So I can give us both what we want.

Her eyes slip closed, head rocking back as I move faster.

“Eyes open, Savannah.” I curve one hand against her face, thumb under her chin. “I need to know you’re right here with me.”

Her lids lift, lashes fluttering as she says, “I’m always with you.”

My cock twitches at her words. The weight they carry. The truth behind them.

She is always with me. In every breath. Every thought. Every step. Savannah has become my life. My purpose.

My everything.

Any hope I had for holding out is gone now, and all I can do is force myself to keep going as my balls pull tight, the battle I waged lost thanks to the sweetness of her pretty words.