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As if to send his point home, he rocks and rotates his hips with almost painfully euphoric motions. Never in my life has anyone set out to own me like this during sex. I start to reach for him but pause. My eyes meet his, and with a cocky smirk he raises a brow and tilts his head.
“I need to touch you.”
“I’ve waited a year to touch you.”
“Why deny yourself my touch then?”
“Fuck,” he growls. “I’ll find some other way to punish you.”
I scrape my nails along his scalp, and then pull his neck down to me. Against his lips I say, “Good boy. I like to be punished.”
Me throwing his good girl comments back at him and telling him that I want his punishment breaks whatever semblance of control Cruz has. His hold on me is almost brutal as he squeezes me to him. His kisses are savage, and his thrusts have me seeing stars. Little cries escape my lips, and he raises up to look down at me. Our eyes connect.
“Cruz…” I moan.
“That’s right. Don’t close your eyes.”
“Cruz. I can’t—I might black out.”
“Good thing I’m a doctor, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
“Oh…” I feel his hand between our bodies, and I can’t even make out what he’s doing to me, but that, combined with those fucking hips, my body will be ruined after this.
“Good girl. That’s it. So responsive.”
“Cruz!” I scream out, but I can only look into his eyes for a second before my eyes are rolling to the back of my head.
That was the most explosive orgasm of my life. My head lolls back and forth as I blink a few times. Then I feel his breath against my ear. “I’m not through with you yet. Catch your breath, and then I’m really going to have my way with you.”
My body can barely move. How the good doctor is still hard inside of me is a mystery to me. I’m surprised when I feel him slide out and move his body to go lower on mine. It feels like a jolt of electricity when his tongue glides between my folds.
I knew this cabin would be where I met my death.
Chapter 17
Cruz
This isn’t typically how I behave with women. I’m not usually so rough and demanding. It’s like a year of being simply her friend, all the while wanting more, and then finding her like this has been the last straw of my willpower. Her supple curves laid out for me like a feast and that witty, quirky little mouth talking about random shit like none of this is affecting her at all. I had to make her feel what she’s doing to me. I’m a crazed man completely consumed with thoughts and visions of her. Ever since I pulled that damn cucumber out of her. Now that’s a story for the wedding reception.
I should be alarmed and losing my shit over thinking about marriage, but it only makes me bury my face between her legs more. As her juices coat my chin, and her scent is all I can inhale, I dream about being able to do this for the rest of my life. Feasting on this woman every night. Coming home from work and finding her laid out and ready for me, begging to be at my mercy. I’d gladly commit the rest of my life to her.
When I feel her stomach tighten under my palm and see her chest heaving, I take one last long lick from the bottom to the tip of her sweet clit, flicking it and then twirling my tongue around it. “Delicious,” I say, looking down at her as I lick my lips. “Now, I want you to be a good girl and take everything I give you.”
When did I start talking like this? But damn it, she is so fucking good. I hope she knows that she’s mine now. No more friend-zone bullshit and worrying about other people. Last year I only got a taste of her, but now that I’ve gotten to feast on this woman, I plan to dine between her legs every night.
I sink my cock deep inside of her. I’m not going to last long, but she’s had at least two orgasms already. Her nails rake down my arms and I hiss. When I bend down to kiss her, she catches me by surprise by nipping my collarbone. Then she leans up and sucks my bottom lip between her teeth. That does it, I explode.
I bend my arms and allow a little bit more of my body weight to rest on her while I catch my breath. Both of us are breathing heavy and glistening in sweat. Journi makes little circles on my arm as she pants, “I’m dead.”
Me too, babe…me too.
The sound of a car door slamming has Journi leaping out of the bed. “Get out!”
“Excuse me?”
“We are not facing everyone like this.” She begins throwing my scrubs at me. I flinch when I’m struck with a shoe. “Get!”
“I’m not a dog! Don’t get me!” But apparently I am because here I am getting the hell out of there before she finds something else to throw at me. The door slams behind me and I yell at it, “We’re going to talk about this!”
