Page 95 of The Casanova Complex

“Ah ah ah,” she murmurs as she finally lowers herself over my aching cock. “Rules are rules.”

An uneven breath rattles free from my chest.

Fucking rule.

Stupid fucking rule.

The warmth of her pussy heats through my pants, and I swear I can feel the wet spot she’s leaving on the front.

I pull at the lace bound around my wrists and groan in frustration when the flimsy fabric proves to not be all that flimsy.

Merritt leans forward, and her lips brush against my ear. “Be a good boy, Bennett. Let me come on your cock.”

“You gonna use me, baby?” I murmur. “Is that why I can feel how wet your hot little pussy is right now?”

I feel her lip curling up against me, and then she nods, pulling back to stare down at me, those endlessly deep, dark eyes heated with lust. Her soft hands find my shoulders, curving around the tops as she presses down on my cock, causing us both to groan in unison. I refuse to let my eyes drop shut at how unbelievable it feels because then I know I’ll miss seeing her like this.

Her head falls back on her shoulders, her long hair kissing the tops of my thighs when I flex my hips, my cock up against her clit, repeating the motion once, twice, three times.

She writhes, gripping my shoulders tighter, her fingers curling and carving little circles into my skin with her nails.

Her lips are parted, and her chest heaves as she continues to rock over my length, circling her hips to drag my cock against her clit over and over.

Jesus, she’s so fucking hot, so uninhibited as she chases her pleasure, it’s the most divine thing I’ve ever witnessed.

I’m still not convinced that I’m not dreaming right now.

Her breathy, soft little whimpers shoot straight to my balls, causing them to draw up tight.

Fuck me.

“You feel so good,” she moans quietly, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, and I can’t stop watching her, mesmerized by how breathtaking she is right now. “God, Bennett, I wish you were inside of me. I want to be full of you.”

You and me both, baby.

Apparently, in my lust-filled haze, I murmur the words out loud, and her warm brown eyes snap open, catching mine. “We can’t.” She’s panting, close to the edge, and her words are breathy. “We can’t.”

She repeats it, as if she’s trying to convince herself more than me.

“Okay,” I say, leaning forward to press my lips to her throat, sucking on her sweat-slicked skin. She whimpers, and I feel her arms slipping around my neck, fingers tangling in my hair to hold me to her while she frantically rocks back and forth on my cock, which is leaking with precum.

I’m dangerously fucking close to coming in my pants.

I feel the anticipatory tingle at the base of my spine, my balls growing heavier, my hips lifting to meet her with thrusts of my own.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Bennett,” she cries, her grip in my hair tightening until there’s a sting of pain, and it only makes me harder.

Seconds later, she tilts her head back and lets out a desperate, needy whine as her body pulls taut, her back bowing as she comes on my cock, shattering into a thousand pieces.

I can feel her pussy pulsing against me, spasming while her orgasm rips through her, and I have zero fucking control as my eyes drop shut and my cock jerks, white-hot pleasure careening through me.

A deep, guttural groan pours out of me as I come with her, spilling into my sweatpants.

I come so hard that I almost black out.

That I almost forget what fucking planet I’m on.