Her grip on my shirt tightens, and it pulls taut across my stomach. I inch closer, answering that unconscious plea for me to invade her personal space. The tremble that was in her voice transfers to her body, and I absorb it, take a dark, vicious delight in it.
“Yes,” she whispers, her gaze lowering to my chin.
“Nah, look at me,” I order her, and when she obeys, those honeyed eyes snapping up to meet mine, pleasure and surprise wing through me. I lower my other hand from the wall and, with my gaze still on hers, cuff that fat flesh between her thighs. A high, shocked whine escapes her and she shoots to her toes, but I follow her. I open my mouth on her jaw, sucking it, drawing hard on the flesh in a wet kiss that gifts me with another of those cries. With a low hum, I drag my tongue up her cheek until I get to her ear. “If this pussy”—I squeeze her flesh harder and grind the heel of my palm against her clit—“ain’t mine, then why is itso fucking hot and wet, I can feel it through these pants? Huh? Tell me something, ma.”
Head tipped back and teeth sunk into her ripe bottom lip, Ember doesn’t speak to me. But her face does. It’s saturated, fucking drenched with pleasure, with hot, grimy need. Her chest heaves, and those big, rounded hips move like she’s working somebody’s fucking pole, riding my hand. Seeking what I’m holding just out of reach for her.
Taking a chance, I tighten my grip on her throat just as I press hard on her clit.
She gasps, her eyes flaring so wide I can read every emotion in their light brown depths. Shock. Lust. Uncertainty. Her body stiffens, and then a shudder rips through her like a seizure. I frown even as her lashes lower and soft whimpers break on her parted lips. Her hips continue to buck, but the rhythm is jerky, uncoordinated. My frown deepens.
The fuck?
“Muthafucka, did you just nut?” She doesn’t reply, but the small aftershocks shaking her body like a leaf supply my answer. Shit. Lust and the hot lick of possession roar inside of me, searing me from the inside out.Thisis what I wanted. All these years of watching, waiting, this right here is what I wanted, hungered for. Not just her coating those panties in that juice I need on my tongue. But her desiring me. Her needing me. Her pussy hot to fuck me.That’swhat I wanted. And now that I have it, literally in my hand, I’m damn near feral and ain’t no turning back. I chuckle and, dipping my head, clamp my teeth around the tendon running down the side of her throat. “You know you done fucked up, right?”
Snatching my hands from between her legs and from her neck, I grab her hand and haul her the few feet from the window to the desk. Trapping her between my body and the furniture, I press my chest to her back, almost bending her over as I pick up the pen, slide our “contract” closer to us, and hurriedly scribblethe item regarding our living arrangements to the bottom, along with—
“We’re fucking,” she reads the last condition. “Seriously?”
I sign the bottom of the paper and slap the pen down on top. “Sign it.”
When she’s slow to move, I pinch her chin and turn her head to the side so she can look at me. My thumb skims over the sexy little dent in her chin before migrating north to her plump bottom lip, rubbing over it. Her dark red lipstick stains my skin as I make a mess of hers. I’m not gon’ lie. This might be the prettiest, the sexiest, I’ve ever seen her.
Freshly fucked.
I like this look on her.
Nah, I fucking love it.
“You brought this contract to me, making demands. I did my part,” I remind her. “Now it’s time to do yours and see it through. You knew who you were coming to with this. You even knew I wouldn’t go for that engagement bullshit. If I didn’t know better, I’d suspect you wanted me to press you into the marriage. Why? So you can convince yourself later that you didn’t have a choice? I mean, you don’t, but this way you can make yourself believe you tried and I’m the big bad in your story. Again, you’re not wrong. Since you went to all this trouble, let me not disappoint.” I pick up the pen off the desk, press it into her palm, and fist her fingers around it. With my free hand, I cuff the back of her neck, applying slight pressure. She initially resists me, body slightly stiffening. But then her back bows, muscles loosening. When she leans forward, I do as well and deliver a sloppy, nasty kiss to her nape, tonguing the flesh as I would that dick tease of a mouth. “Sign it, Ember,” I growl in her ear.
She hesitates, but when I push my large frame harder against her, grinding my dick against her ass, she bows her head… and signs the paper.
Like an atomic bomb detonates inside me, I explode intomotion, sweeping the contract, pen, lamp, and other shit off the desktop. Spinning Ember around, I cup her small waist and hike her up in the air, then set her down on top of the furniture.
I wrap a hand around the front of her neck and don’t miss the shiver that races through her. This is what I’m talking about. She just came from me just cupping that pussy and already she’s aroused again. So fucking responsive. I dreamed of this, fantasized about how she would quiver at my touch, come apart under it. If that beautiful brown skin would redden from me just dragging my tongue down her cheek. Now I know.
And now that I do? No one and no thing is safe.
Especially this pussy.
I’m wrecking it with my mouth, fingers, dick. By the time I’m finished, these walls will crumble at just the sound of my gotdamn voice because they recognize their owner.
“There’s no tapping out, Ember.” I lick a path up her throat, just above my palm, and drag it over to her ear because I need for her to hear every word. “This is your one and only chance to tell me no, because after that, I’m punishing you for making me wait all this time, all these years. So tell me now if you want to walk out of here.”
Three seconds. That’s all I give her, but they’re the longest fucking three seconds of my life.
And in that short span of time, she shakes her head.
“No,” she whispers.
“No what, ma?” I nip her earlobe, suck it hard. “No what?”
“No, I’m not walking out of here.”
A damn near feral growl rolls out of me, and I crash my mouth to hers. Her fresh, tangy flavor explodes in my mouth and I lap it up. Suck it off her tongue, lick it off the roof of her mouth. I’m loose, wild, and though a voice in the back of my head whispers to slow down, I can’t. Fuck that. I won’t. She better keep up.
“This ain’t gon’ be slow, baby girl,” I warn her, dropping my hands to the top of her pants. Within seconds, I have them unbuttoned and, hooking my fingers in the open flaps and the bandof her panties, I roughly drag them down over her wide, sexy hips and down those thick, round, dimpled thighs.
