Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two

Esme

His warm, wet mouth on me is almost too much. Too wet, too warm, too good, too everything. But it’s Sagan.

His tongue…my god, the way he works his tongue over me…like he can’t get enough. The guttural, low growl is enough to make my ego expand tenfold. In all my life, if you had ever told me that one day a man enjoying the taste of my pussy would be a compliment, I would have called the police.

Now, the thought overwhelms me in the best way possible.

My release is still shooting through me when I realize Sagan has stopped eating me and is now holding me close and murmuring.

“A year ago, I knew I wanted you in my life. I knew I would go to the ends of the earth to protect you, but I didn’t listen to my instincts. But I’m here now, and I’m not leaving. I’m never leaving, as long as you want me.”

“I want you, Sagan. Now and tomorrow and the next day.”

I notch into her, her pretty thighs hugging my middle.

Carefully, inch by inch, I sink to the hilt.

Esme’s tight muscles grip me so hard she takes my breath away. I don’t just feel her on my cock, but I feel her everywhere.

“Baby girl, you had a chokehold on me since day one.”

Esme has trouble getting the words out as she adjusts around my girth. “I feel like we…wasted so much time.”

“Nah. It all worked out just as it was supposed to. I’m just fucking angry at what they did to you.”

“I’m good now. I’m so good. I can take anything.”

“Anything?”

“Fuck me, Sagan. Do it. Please.”

Finally. Fucking finally.