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“You read my words?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
She nods.
I step closer to her. “You want me to fuck you against this wall, Tatum?”
I don’t wait for her reply. I already know that answer, too.
Chapter Nineteen
He comes at me with a look I have never seen from him, or anyone in my life. He looks like a man possessed, possessed by desire... for me.
Stopping just short of me, he stretches his neck, eyes glued to mine as he licks his lips.
The desire I feel now ignites with need.
“You remember when you gave me a taste of your pussy?” he practically growls.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He reaches down the front of his workout pants and grabs himself. “I got off on that thought, that taste, for several nights.”
I moan as my eyes fall to his hand that is now buried in his pants as he slowly strokes himself.
“Take off your pants and underwear, Tatum. I wanna lick your pussy.”
Oh God. My knees shake from his words.
“Now, or I’ll rip them off,” he warns, or promises, with thickness in his demanding voice.
I shimmy out of my jeans and turn to place them on a chair next to the wall. When I start to turn around, he wraps his free arm around me and turns me until I am facing brick.
“Hands on the wall.” His voice is strained and so incredibly sexy.
I look over my shoulder and up into eyes that are as dark as night. He skates his hand down my body, eyes chasing them, and I have never felt so exposed, vulnerable, or needy than when this man... this beautifully broken man, looks at my naked body like he is considering his options.
I am afraid. What scares me the most is that his options are endless.
I want everything he can give me. Right now, I want him to use me.
I watch him go to his knees and feel his large, callused hands on my ass, spreading me and exposing me further to him. He then runs his tongue down my ass cheek, making me arch my back.
“So fucking wet,” he whispers then blows on my heated lips. “Feel good, Tatum?” he asks then does it again as my back arches in anticipation. “So sexy,” he groans as he rubs his finger up and down my slit. He then presses his tongue against me, and I feel my knees weaken. When he sucks on my lips, I nearly fall apart. Then, when he pushes his tongue inside, I nearly fall.
He pulls away. “You okay?”
“Please don’t stop,” I beg shamelessly. I will keep begging, too, because, if he stops, my body will revolt and never be the same again. I need this release. I need only what Angelo can give me.
“Couldn’t if I tried.” He pulls me back from the wall and moves his body in front of me.
On his knees, he grabs my ankle and pulls my leg over his shoulder. He looks up, eyes on mine, as he kisses then licks me.
Shivers run up my spine as I slap my hands against the wall, steadying myself, as he sucks on my pussy. Then I open my mouth in a silent cry of pleasure when he does it again before licking me. My knee wobbles, and then he pulls back.
“No, don’t. Please don’t st—”
“Hands on the wall. Leg over my shoulder,” he instructs.
When I don’t move, he says, “On my shoulders, Tatum,” between clenched teeth as he lifts me by my ass. “I want my face buried between those sexy legs of yours right... fucking... now.”
Once I do as I am told, he pulls me tightly against his face. The scruff of his beard, the heat of his mouth, the strength of his tongue, and the grip of his hands on my ass push me into a frenzied state of lust, desire, need, want. I grab his hair and grind against his face as he fucks me with his tongue until I come, crying out to the universe as I praise his name.
“Fuck yes,” he says, then goes at it again.
“Please, I want you. I want you inside...”
My words stop as he lowers me before standing. Then he turns me around and moves me toward the mirror and grits out, “What do you see?”
“You. I see you.”
“No.” He rubs his massive head against my soaked entrance. “When you look in the fucking mirror, Tatum. When you aren’t here anymore, and you look into the mirror, you see, you feel, you fucking remember this.” With that, he slams into me, leaning forward and burying his face in my neck. “You. Feel. Me.”
“Oh, yes,” I cry as he stretches me, thrusting in and out hard, pounding me, marking me, fucking me.
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t look up, while I look for him in the mirror, wanting to see him. But all I see is me, and all I feel is the excruciating pleasure he is giving me.
