Page 49 of Faith


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“I trust you.”

“And I love you for that, angel. Fuck, that means the world. But if I lose my mind and do something that hurts you, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He shook his head, and she knew nothing she said could convince him. “I almost did this morning. I was asleep and didn’t realize what I was doing. I can’t control myself around you. Oneday, if you still want me, I won’t hold back with you, Nina. But not today.”

“What about a blow job?” She wanted to make him feel as good as she did. To return the favor.

His dick twitching against her said he was on board with the idea. “You’re not getting your mouth on me before I get my mouth on you.”

“Why not?”

“Because that’s how a man is supposed to treat his woman. You come first, always and in every way. Literally and figuratively.”

Nina chuckled at his words. “So you’re telling me you’re not dying right now?”

“Fuck no. I’m about to cry because I want you so badly, but I’ll be okay.”

“Are you going to jerk off in the bathroom?”

“No, I’m going to hold on to all of this desire and wait for you.”

“You might die.”

He barked a laugh, like it surprised him. “I might.”

“I’m willing, Zeke. I want you.”

“I know, angel. I know. And it’s a mutual feeling. But for now, we’re going to go slow. Make sure you’re feeling safe.”

“I have always felt safe with you, Zeke.”

“Good.” He tapped her thighs. “Let’s get ready for bed.”

“Can I sleep naked?” she asked.

He groaned. “You really do want to kill me.”

She giggled. “No, I just want to?—”

His lips crashed down on hers before she could finish her sentence. His tongue pried her willing lips apart, plunging into her mouth and filling her with his tongue.

She moaned and sucked on his tongue. She imagined it was his cock and swirled her tongue around it, sucking hard and dragging her nails through his short hair.

His hands cupped her ass and pulled her close enough that the distance between them disappeared. He groaned and kissed her back with the same passion.

Her body responded, soaking her channel and readying for him again. She’d never known desire like that. Desire that felt all-encompassing and so fucking good.

“When I get inside you, I need it to last. Tonight I’d be done in five seconds.”

“And you think waiting is going to make that better?” she teased.

“Fine, the second time I get inside you, I need it to last.”

She smiled at him. “Thank you for bringing me home.”

“Thank you for calling me.”