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“You’re bleeding.”
“I’m fine.” His insistence is coupled with his warm touch. “Relax, it’s a popped stitch from helping get my dad to his room. Nothing serious.”
Nothing serious?
“You were shot…protecting me.”
“You were hurt protecting me,” he breathes into the crook of my neck as he watches me in the mirror. “I’ll do it all over again too.”
The look in his eyes says there’s no doubt or qualms about his statement. It’s hard and unfaltering. It bores deep inside me like it will steal every thought I’ve ever had.
However, his hands bracket my waist, fingertips caressing my skin in silent worship. They skirt around my scars, trailing up slowly and down softly.
“You are the only valuable piece. You’re my whole life. My entire existence.” A hand flattens on my belly over the hem of my knickers. It’s so large that it almost runs from one hip to the other. Large enough that it covers the entirety of the Caesarean scar.
His solid body presses into mine, moulding to my curves as heat builds between us. His breaths tickle my ear and my neck in the most tantalising way, making my skin sting with want and need. I’m shaking as I press my legs together, only for his to pry them apart as he cups my wet pussy.
“Always so ready for me.” Peering up at me, he presses a finger to my entrance bluntly, circling and teasing as he continues holding me to him with the V of his free hand cupping my breast roughly. “Do you think I could make you come like this? Drip and gush down your legs until you’re begging for my cock on your knees?”
Oh, Jesus.
I’m ready to beg now with the way his words lick at my skin, fire blazing in my core, my orgasm begging to be torn from me.
A whimper leaves my mouth as his finger presses harder, the lace of my underwear threatening to tear at his advance as he works my clit back and forth, again and again. Quivering, I try to steel my arms and legs, but as pleasure starts to buzz and soak through my knickers, he drags his finger back.
Christopher stops short of my arsehole, massaging my hot flesh with tormenting strokes and groans. My arousal seeps through my underwear to my thighs, and with a thrust of his hard dick to the small of my back, he brings his finger back to my clenching pussy.
“How wet can you get?” he asks, hand closing around my throat as my head falls back onto his chest.
My throat swells with the pressure and my ramming heartbeat.
“How wet can you make me?” I breathe out, looking at our mirrored reflection on the ceiling.
“Is that a challenge, Mrs. Sinclair?”
Fuuuuuck, the gravel in his voice with the throb of his dick at my back scrambles my head. I love the way his fingertips press into my jugular as he nips the top of my ear.
“Feels like you’ve already risen to it, Mr. Sinclair.” Pressing my hands harder against the mirror, I rock back on the tips of my toes, nudging the hilt of his cock at the top of my arse.
Fisting my knickers, he pulls them to the side before sliding his finger inside me. My body convulses around his thick digit with his strokes along the front wall slow and long.
“Feel that?”
A whimpering moan fills my mouth as his finger curls inside me. Sweat beads along my body as I spasm in his hand. My knees give, hands slip down our reflection, and he presses deeper as he adds another finger.
“That’s your cunt begging me to fuck you raw.”
“Fuck me, then.”
“Not until you’re so wet, I can fucking drink your cum.”
Toes curling, I fall back into him. Christopher chuckles, his thumb pressing to my clit as he slips his fingers from my pussy and plunges in again, adding another. The fullness. The friction. The fire coursing through my body overwhelms me.
My muscles tense with the tight grip on my throat, and I am lost. My vision blurs as my eyes roll to the back of my head, and my moans pierce the silence of the night, breaking the stillness with the chaotic and euphoric tsunami of my orgasm.
Christopher’s fingers impale me in place against him as he keeps me pressed to his chest by my neck.
My body shudders against the ripple of his muscles as he thrusts his erection against my lower back before removing his fingers.
