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“Tell me you want me,” I whisper.
Her lips shudder with delight as I lift her up from my cock with a single smooth motion.
“I want you.”
She sounds heady. Greedy. Just like me when I first laid claim to her.
I thought she was trying to ruin me. That she took away my only means of control just out of spite. Or worse … to try to tame me.
But now, I’m beginning to wonder if it was something else that drove her. If I wasn’t the only one who wanted more than they bargained for.
So I grab her curves and push her back down over my shaft again until that familiar o-shape on her face that I’ve come to enjoy so much appears again. I never thought I’d want a woman’s pleasure, but I want hers more than anything, and it’s turning me inside out.
I both despise it and treasure it, as it’s bringing me further and further away from my goal … but closer and closer to owning her heart.
And I don’t think I can stop.
Not even as she bounces up and down on my lap, taking my giant cock like she’s been waiting for it all this time. Like she’s been begging me for sweet relief the second I touched her. And I want nothing more than to give her every inch of me.
So I roar out loud and bury myself to the hilt inside her sweet pussy, as she arches her back and lets her head drop back while the cum shoots inside. My cock swells, and my balls squeeze as they empty themselves of every drop and fill her up to the brim. And I lean over and press my lips to her skin, soaking in that sweet pleasurable bliss that follows when she’s wrapped around me.
When her head tilts back, I lift my gaze to meet hers as her hands drift to my face, her soft, delicate fingers coiling through my beard as she toys with it. She’s a heavenly package wrapped in sweet sin, and I just can’t get enough.
I can’t … stop … craving her.
Is that such a sin?
When she smiles, so do I, and she leans in to plant the sweetest of kisses on my lips that ignite a flame inside my heart, and it makes me groan with frustration.
“What’s wrong?” she murmurs.
I can’t stop looking into her eyes, wishing I could give her everything and anything she ever wanted.
But I know that can’t ever become true.
“I hate … that it has to end.”
Chapter 33
April
Before I can say anything, he gets up from the chair with me still in his arms, and a tiny mouse-like squeak leaves my mouth. With a half-flaccid cock swaying around between his legs, he carries us to the bedroom without even giving a shit about the fact that we’re both still very much naked. Or that I’m dripping juices all over the place.
Without ever taking his eyes off mine, he places me down on the bed and crawls beside me, lying down right next to me. He’s on his side, and I lie as still as possible on my back, trying not to look down at all the rippled muscles and the thing that makes my pussy clench. Because that giant thing was just inside me once again.
And I liked it.
Not just liked it … I craved it.
And I’m split between being giddy about being with a man like him and terrified of the implications.
Because this goes way beyond just sex. Way beyond sexual gratification.
This was something carnal. Something that I could only describe as addictive. And if push came to shove, would I be able to say no?
Would I be able to run, knowing it would mean losing him?
I shiver in place as his hand drifts across my arm, that same hand that was on my pussy not too long ago, and it still gives me goose bumps at the thought of all the pleasure he gave me.
How can a man who knows so little about women crave them so much that he knows exactly what to do to make them beg?
I bite my lip and turn on my side so I can look away, hoping I can quell the beating of my heart.
But he curls up against me and wraps his arm around me, turning me into the small spoon, and it makes my heart flutter with a need I didn’t know I had.
“Can we just stay here?” I murmur.
“For the night,” he responds with that signature low voice of his.
Every time he inches closer, it beats harder and harder.
And when he places a single, soft kiss on my shoulder, I turn into a puddle.
“Why does it have to end?” I ask.
I didn’t mean to say it out loud, but the words just slipped off my lips.
He pauses and leans over to look at me. “You know why.”
