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Her response was a hum of approval. I didn’t need her to say it back; I knew she loved me in return. She had to. The way her body responded to mine, how she’d invited me here—me, even though she had practically half a dozen other men who’d jump at the chance to be with her—she had to love me.
And if, by some strange chance, she didn’t? That was all right. I’d wait as long as I had to to hear her say those words back to me.
Our mouths met again, this time fiercer, harder. This time the heat between us was explosive, enough to jumpstart any cold heart. I backed us up, away from the window, guiding us to the bed all without tearing my mouth off hers. I never wanted to pull my mouth off her, but I’d have to in order to take off her clothes.
And mine.
God, these fucking clothes. Never had I felt more constrained, more choked. I wanted them off me now—but first thing was first: Giselle’s clothes.
I labored to break the embrace, to pull my lips off hers, and it was only after I’d hooked my fingers around the bottom hem of her shirt. The less time our mouths were apart, the better. Up and over her head her shirt went, and then we collided once more. I got her bra off in the darkness without a hitch, and I helped her out of it as I nipped at her bottom lip and drew out a low moan from her throat.
Fuck. I’d forgotten what kind of sounds she could make, how addicting they were.
Grabbing her lower back, I hoisted her onto the edge of the bed. I had to break apart our kiss once more to tug off her pants and the panties underneath. And then she sat there before me, naked and wanting. My cock twitched in my pants, alerting me to the fact that it had gotten hard a long time ago.
She got to her knees on the bed, helping me out of my shirt without saying a word. Onto the floor it went. Giselle’s mouth found mine as she wrapped her arms around my neck, tugging me closer. That left my belt and my pants for me to take off.
I slipped off my shoes the same moment I undid my belt. Everything came off within another thirty seconds, and I was crawling onto the bed with her, pinning her down, within another ten. It was a race to have her under me, her legs spread, her cunt taking a pounding from me. It was all I could think about.
Giselle. Giselle and her pussy. Giselle, her pussy, and the sounds she’d make while I was balls-deep inside of her.
My hips bore down upon her, pushing my cock deep in her core. Inch after inch I filled her up, and she let out a gasp as she held onto me. I shuddered once I was inside her. I’d forgotten just how tight and warm her pussy was, how every part of her body was made for me.
And then I fucked her.
I fucked her like I needed her, like I was proving to her just how much she meant to me by how eager and desperate I was to find my release inside her core. I was an animal, I was a beast claiming its mate after a long separation.
I never wanted to be without her again. I couldn’t. I could not continue living as I was; I needed to be with her. My need for her was overwhelming, biblical in its oppression. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
My hips kept up an unrelenting pace, my cock spearing her in quick succession. I held onto her while I fucked her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear in between my moans. How much I needed her, how much I loved her, how great she felt.
Her hands found my sides, her fingertips digging into my flesh when I started to go at her harder. Right then, it didn’t matter that others knew what it was like to be with her. I didn’t care about Cade or Luca or Father Weirdo or even Damian; she was my drug of choice, and right now she was all mine.
I went at her hard, so hard I could feel the pressure building within my lower half all too soon. I didn’t want to explode so quickly, though, so when I felt that familiar tingling rising inside, I abruptly yanked my cock out of her, rolled her onto her front, and pulled her hips to get her on her hands and knees. My cock slammed into her from behind, the few seconds between the shifting positions enough to push off the orgasm, for now.
Giselle moaned, arching her back and pressing her ass against me, allowing me to pummel her deeper. The sounds of our sex filled the room, the air growing sweaty with our movements. The bed beneath us swayed, rocking against the wall, and I could feel myself starting to lose it again.
Goddamn it. What would I have to do to last longer? Giselle’s pussy just felt too damned good.
It was like the world heard that, because right then, right when I was seconds from unloading inside Giselle, a knock echoed in the room, and Damian’s voice in the hall asked, “Does anyone want any dessert? I could make some cookies—”
I slowed to a halt, Damian’s distraction enough to push off the orgasm. Was the man really asking if we wanted cookies? Couldn’t he, I don’t know, hear us?
Giselle’s feminine voice begged me, “Don’t stop. Keep going. And tell him yeah.” She sounded as though she was having the hardest time catching her breath; I guess getting fucked so hard tended to do that to you.
Because I was a slave to whatever Giselle wanted, my hips took up a slow pace, and I spoke louder so Damian could hear, “Sure.”
“What kind of cookies?” Damian asked. “I’m a fan of chocolate chip myself, but if you’re a peanut butter man—”
Could someone please tell me why Damian felt the urge to ask about cookies right now? When I was so foggy-brained with the need to release that I could hardly think straight? It’s almost like he was doing this on purpose.
“I don’t care,” I managed to say, my hands gripping Giselle’s ass harder as I rocked back and forth.
I guess I didn’t say it loud enough, because Damian took it upon himself to crack open the door and say, “I’m sorry, didn’t hear that. Say again?” The asshole flicked the light on, temporarily blinding both me and Giselle.
My fucking stopped, and when I realized he was smirking at us—smirking because he could see Giselle’s naked body in front of me, every inch of her on full display—I frantically tried to grab the sheets beneath us to use as a shield.
Didn’t work though, since we were on top of the sheets.
