All I wanted was to be inside her.
I pecked her forehead, then mapped kisses down her body, slow and open-mouthed. She squirmed, her breath breaking each time I found new skin to claim. I didn’t need to ask for what she wanted. Her body told me everything I needed to know.
My cock was leaking and painfully hard. Every brush of her against me made it feel like I could cum, untouched. I spread her legs, pushed my face between her thighs, and started eating her pussy. She tasted like I died and went to heaven. Sometimes, I think that bullet did actually kill me.
My patience was wearing thin when she said, “Please, Cezar, fuck me.”
I halted, savoring those sweet, filthy, pleading words. She was begging me. My fucking needy girl.
I didn’t want to hurt her, so I slid my fingers into her first. Slow enough to feel every tremor, every flutter around me. I curled them just right, hitting that spot inside her that made her cry out and clamp down around me. Her legs trembled, thighs squeezing in as if she could trap me there forever. My name spilled from her mouth, a broken plea.
I drew my hand back, dragging my fingers through her slick heat and smearing her need all over my skin. Then I circled her clit in slow, deliberate strokes. She reached for me—my wrist, my arm, anything to pull me closer.
“Please,” she breathed.
I lined myself up between her legs, the thick head of my cock pressing right where she needed me. I didn’t push in. Not yet. I wanted her squirming, restless, desperate enough to hurt. When her hips lifted to meet mine, I caught her chin, making her look at me.
“No rushing this,” I growled. “You’re going to feel every inch.”
I eased forward, slow enough to be cruel. The first stretch tore a gasp from her lips, her body clenching around me like shewas made to fit only me. Inch by inch, I pushed deeper, watching her eyes haze, her mouth falling open with pleasure.
Petal moaned, adjusting her body so I could sink deeper, so I could fuck her harder. No matter how close I was to her, it would never be close enough.
So warm.
So fucking tight.
The way her pussy held me with every thrust was driving me insane. The way she gasped for air, fists tangled in the sheets, everything strained, like she was holding on for dear life because she knew I’d drag her under.
She was perfect.
Every raw, shameless piece of her was mine.
And I did this.
Look at what I’ve made of her.
A chuckle rumbled from my chest. She met my stare through half-lidded eyes. The same hunger burning in her that was clawing through my veins—a hunger that had nothing to do with food and everything to do with what we’d become to one another.
We were the best and worst thing to ever happen to each other.
And it felt so fucking good to be bad.
My pace turned ruthless, every snap of my hips sending her further into that beautiful mess she made just for me. Her nails dug into my back; sharp little reminders that she could give as good as she took. But her body… her body belonged to me, and right now, it was begging for the finish we’d both been waiting for.
“Fuck… Petal—”
She clenched hard, quivering, and her cry echoed through the room. That was it for me. I drove in deep and stayedthere, spilling inside her, filling her until her whole body melted beneath me.
Her head fell back, every trace of composure gone. I could feel the pulse of her release, taking everything I had to give. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My hand locked around her hip, holding her there.
For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of our labored breathing.
When her lashes finally lifted, I tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear. She was wrecked in the best fucking way.
“You good, Petal?”
A tired smile curved her lips. I eased out of her slowly, watching her flinch at the loss. My cum spilled out of her, and that possessive spark hit me again, impossible to ignore.
