I almost meant it. Let him see her fucked out beneath me—then put a bullet through his skull. So damn tempting.
But she was too perfect. Too hot and slick around my cock. I wasn’t giving this up.
I slid my hand from her mouth to her throat, kissed her hard—swallowing her muffled moans as I pounded deeper. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes; she was shaking, fighting silence, losing.
“Open the door!” Felix shouted again. “You little whore. Next time, you’ll be moaning for your husband.”
I broke the kiss just long enough to growl against her lips: “You’re not his, Kira. You’re my filthy fucking girl.”
I flipped her suddenly—dragged her up and over so she straddled my lap. She tried to ride, but I didn’t let her. Hands locked on her ass, I thrust up into her—hard, fast—slamming her down onto my cock over and over.
One of her hands braced on my chest; the other flew to her mouth, muffling the cries she couldn’t hold back. She looked utterly ruined—eyes glassy, lips swollen, face streaked with sweat and tears, body trembling as her pussy fluttered and clenched around me.
“Come on, baby—come all over me. Show me how much you love this.” I breathed, mesmerized by every gasp, every tremble that rippled through her. Fuck, watching her come was quickly becoming my favorite damn hobby.
Her answer was a raw, pleasure-soakedsob. Her walls spasmed hard, dragging me deeper as the orgasm ripped through her. Eyes rolling back, body convulsing, she came apart on my cock—silent screams trapped behind her hand.
I didn’t stop. Not until I felt my balls tighten, the pressure peaking. I grabbed her, hauling her down against my chest, her back arched to fit the shape of me. I pulled out with a strangled groan and shoved my cock between her ass cheeks. That slick little crack welcomed me as I came—long, hot ropes streaking her ass and her thighs.
I wrapped an arm around her waist, breath hot against her ear. “You belong here,” I said. “With me.”
Later, we lay tangled in her bed—her naked body sprawled over mine, chest pressed to chest, my hands still tracing the curve of her spine. Her thighs were sticky with my release, the mess of it trailing down her skin and pooling beneath us on the sheets. Our breathing was still uneven, but she was draped over me like she never wanted to move again.
Eventually, I shifted, gently rolling her to the side. She let me with a sleepy smile as I pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder.
“I’ll be right back,” I muttered. “Gotta clean up the damage I just did to that pretty body.”
My voice was half teasing, low and raspy, and it earned me a soft giggle. She stretched out on her stomach, arms hugging the pillow, ass still glistening with the remnants of us.
I padded to the bathroom, snagged a towel, and came back, kneeling beside the bed. I started wiping her down—slow, methodical strokes over her inner thighs, her ass, the wet heat between her legs. She didn’t move, just lay there with her eyes closed, breath shallow, the ghost of a smile on her lips.
My cock stirred again at the sight.
“This was supposed to be cleanup,” I said quietly, breath catching. “But now I’m just thinking about getting you dirty again.”
She looked at me through her lashes, all sleepy heat. “I wouldn’t mind making another mess.”
She rolled onto her back, breasts rising with every breath, her body still flushed and beautiful in the moonlight. I climbed into bed, pulled her close and rested my head on her chest. One of my hands found her waist, fingers lazily tracing circles over her ribs.
For a moment, we didn’t speak. Just breathed. Just existed.
Until her voice broke the silence with a low, satisfied murmur. “Well,” she said, a laugh tugging at her words, “I’d say that was time well spent.”
I let out a grunt against her skin, turned my face toward her chest, and wrapped my lips around her nipple, sucking gently as I tasted the salt of her sweat. “You could say that,” I murmured, the words muffled against her breast.
I kissed her again, brushing my mouth over her collarbone, and whispered, “We should use a condom next time. We need to be careful.”
She blinked at me, surprised. “Why?”
I exhaled. “You don’t want to have a kid with fucked-up DNA like mine.”
“What kind of bullshit is that?” she said, pulling back to look at me. “You’re perfect. There’s not a damn thing wrong with you.”
A quiet laugh left me, rough around the edges. “Thanks. But you only say that because I fucked the logic out of you.”
Instead of replying, she shifted, rolling onto her side to face me. Her hand slid between us, fingers curling around my cock. It responded instantly, thickening in her grip.
“Never,” she breathed, biting her lip as she pumped me with slow, reverent strokes. “This perfect cock… I’m not ruining the feel of it with rubber.”
