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A tiny screech escapes me, the sensation freeing and exhilarating.
He stands over me, heat smoldering in his eyes. His stance promises both protection and pleasure.
“On your knees.” He points to the mattress, making his command clear.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
MIA
A little gaspescapes me as the entire mood shifts between us. While I shift to my knees, he pulls off his shirt, revealing tanned skin and toned muscles. His chest is a work of art, each ripple and indentation a testament to his strength.
My heart skips a beat, and I can’t help but reach out and trace my fingers over the hard muscles. His eyes never leave me as I explore the dips and valleys of his impressive physique. His heart beats wildly beneath the surface of his skin, in perfect rhythm with the pounding of my own.
The hunger in his eyes matches the fire in my own. His thumbs lock beneath the waistband of his pants, his erection straining beneath the fabric.
“Do you want to see it?” His voice turns gravelly and raw.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to feel it?” He kicks off his shoes, eyes locked entirely on me.
“Yes.”
“Fuck, Mia, your words…”
“What about them?”
“You’re speaking my language.” He doesn’t explain, but I barely hear anything he has to say.
My eyes drink him in, this man who’s willing to give me everything I desire. His form is a sight to behold: muscular, bronzed, and radiating masculine power. I want to touch him, run my fingers down the lines of his impressive physique, and feel the sinewy tendons under his skin.
I reach for his pants, but he removes them with a swift motion. His erection springs free, pulsating with desire.
“Do you like what you see?” His eyes meet mine. “Can’t wait to feel me fucking you?”
“I do, but first…” My eyes catch his steely gaze, and I flick my lips, too eager to take him in my mouth and watch him come undone.
“First, what?” His words come out harsh, half groan, half growl.
“May I…” My gaze flicks to his cock.
“You do that, and I’m going to come.”
“We have all night.” I’m not worried about him taking pleasure first. Something tells me Rigel will spend hours seeing to my pleasure, and I want this.
“Fuck, we do at that.”
I kneel on the bed while he slowly reaches out, grasping the back of my head. His fingers thread through my hair, firm and gentle, as he guides me to take his cock into my mouth.
I kiss the tip, my tongue darting out to taste the salty essence. He groans softly, his hips bucking slightly.
His hands hold my head, guiding me as I take him deeper into my mouth. I suck on him, and he thrusts forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat. His groans become louder and more passionate, letting me know he’s close to losing control.
My fingers caress his turgid length, and he groans with pleasure. As I wrap my hand around his girth, a rush of pleasure and arousal courses through me. I grip him firmly, and he groans out my name. My breaths come out in small pants as arousal burns through me.
He gazes into my eyes, his own darkened with lust. Our breathsmingle, creating a hazy fog that envelops us in a cocoon of desire. His cock twitches in my mouth, his climax drawing near. I want to taste him, to feel his hot seed on my tongue.
Rigel is gorgeous, and I’m captivated by the way his muscles flex as he grips my head. The bulging veins in his cock seem to pulse in time with his heartbeat, calling out to me.