I feed her the tip, but don’t give her any more. “What else?”
“I’m mad at you, partly,” she whimpers.
I take my cock away and watch her lower back and ass cheeks goosebump. Fuck. I’m getting close to an edge here, I’m not sure if I can keep this game up much longer.
“Say it or I’ll spank you.”
She tries to pop upright, but I press a hand into the center of her back. “I won’t hurt you, angel. It’s all for play.”
“Oh,” she exhales as she relaxes onto the crate, but soon she’s squirming, her pussy getting creamier and creamier.
I can’t take it.
With a single thrust, I shove half-way into that perfect, tight heat and groan like an animal. I need to be balls deep, but she’s still got a virgin pussy. I’ll tear her wide open if I slam in all the way in one go.
With my chest locked, my vision blurring, I draw out and push in deeper.
Her hands reach back for my thighs, those little nails digging into my denim as I make another long stroke with a sharp snap at the end.
“Oh my god!” she screams. “Yes!”
I stroke again, fisting her lush hair, turning her mouth to the side so I can taste that heaven too.
“Tell me,” I breathe against her mouth as my hips slam against her ass, fucking harder than I should.
“I love you.I love you, Max,” she whispers, words broken by my pounding thrust.
“I love you too, baby. My forever sunshine.”
Her body melts and she creams all over me, her breathing getting choppy, as her legs quiver on either side of my thighs.
“That’s it, beautiful. Come on my cock,” I roughly whisper as I smack her ass for the first time, savoring the feel of it under my palm.
She goes off like a gunshot, the shrill scream shaking the building, pussy locking down like a fist around me.
“Fuck,” I growl, grinding deep. “You own this beast, now, angel.”
My orgasm is blinding, harder, longer than anythingI’ve ever felt. When I think it’s done, a sharp clench hits my balls, emptying more and more hot ropes of come inside Katie.
“Ah, fuck.Fuck.”
Deep, rough groans come from a primal place inside of me that’s fully marking my claim.
When I come down from that black, sharp peak, I’m still shoved deep, my open mouth slack as we both gasp for air.
Her pussy is dripping, trembling on my bare cock.
Bare.
As in, no condom.
“Honey,” I say through shredded vocal cords as I gather her in my arms. “You might really be mad at me now.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Skull kisses my head, my cheek, my neck. He gathers my arm up and presses his warm lips to my wrist—right on the angry red marks I made when I was trying to get loose.
“Why am I going to be mad at you now?”
