Page 46 of Grim’s Angel

“Don’t take more than you want,” I tell her.

She draws another inch into her mouth, one hand circling the base she cannot fit. Her tongue moves with every pull, learning what makes my stomach tighten.

I gather her hair in my fist and hold it away from her face without guiding her head. The sight of my cock sliding between her lips makes every territorial instinct inside me roar.

“Look at me, Angel.”

Her eyes rise while her mouth continues working my shaft.

“You’ve spent your whole life being told what to do. You control this.”

She draws back, her breath unsteady. “Then let me make you lose control.”

The challenge tears through my restraint.

I bring her to her feet and kiss her while my hands find the hem of her sweater. She raises her arms, and I pull it over her head before releasing the front clasp of her bra.

Her breasts fill my palms. Her nipples harden beneath my fingers as I bend to take one into my mouth.

She grips the edge of the desk. “Harder.”

I answer with my teeth, careful enough to make her shiver and firm enough to pull a moan from her.

Her hands open my jeans farther. She presses against my cock, and the friction nearly destroys what remains of my control.

I lift my head. “Sit on the desk.”

She holds my gaze as she settles on the edge.

I open her jeans and draw them down with her panties. Her legs part for me.

My fingers find her pussy already slick.

“This wet from sucking my cock?”

Her breath catches. “Yes.”

“Say it without hiding.”

“Putting my mouth on you made me wet.”

I push two fingers inside her. Her head falls back as her body closes around them.

“Good girl.”

She clenches harder.

I stroke deep, curling against the place that makes her thighs tremble while my thumb circles her clit.

“I want you inside me,” she says.

“Where?”

Color rises beneath her freckles, but she does not look away.

“I want your cock in my pussy.”

Pride and lust hit together.