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What the fuck am I doing? What’s stopping me now?
Throwing all caution to the wind, I lean forward and press my lips to Booker’s.
At first, he doesn’t react. Realising I might have overstepped, I lean back, my face flushing in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I just thought that—”
Before I finish talking, strong fingers grab the back of my neck and jerk me closer, then his lips slam onto mine in a far rougher kiss than I expected. Immediately switching gears, I meet his pace, pressing harder and swiping my tongue across his lips. With a growl, Booker consumes me in a way I never expected. I open myself completely to him, but I don’t give him full control.
Not yet.
Not even as his hand grips the back of my head firmly.
I break the kiss, panting hard, and meet his eyes. He’s breathing just as harshly, his hand still gripping my nape. With slow fingers, I reach up to my towel and tug until it falls away, revealing my skin. His eyes drop, then widen, and he groans.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, those orbs greedily dragging along my body.
Standing, I point to his shirt. “Take it off.”
There’s no hesitation. Booker grabs the back of his shirt and tugs it over his head in the way only men seem to be able to do so smoothly. As he throws his shirt away, I stare at the tattoos that cover his skin. He’s absolutely glorious. They cover his chest and arms and curl around his shoulders in a way that tells me they probably cover his back too. His cock presses against his jeans, begging to be released, only making my desire grow. My thighs clench together to try and relieve some of the pressure building inside of me.
With a coy smile, I crook my finger at him. He quickly leaps to his feet and grabs me, jerking me from the bed hard enough to knock the air from my lungs. His hands go to my ass and my hair, gripping both tightly as he claims my mouth in another earth-shattering kiss.
I thought Booker was the tamest of the four, but the way he looks at me when he pulls back makes me realise how wrong I’ve been. With a saccharine smile, he moves us quickly before dropping to his knees and pressing me back against the wall. He reaches for my calf next and swiftly hooks it over his shoulder, then looks up at me.
The cool air has my nipples tightening painfully and my mouth parting as I meet his hungry eyes. A shiver of lust rolls through my body as I almost hold my breath. I can barely believe how rapidly everything has changed.
“Let’s see if you taste as sweet as you kiss,” he purrs, and then he leans in and swipes his tongue through my folds.
It unleashes chaos and need within me.
I moan, unable to help myself, my fingers going to his long hair and holding on. I use it as an anchor when I feel like I’m floating away, my head falling back to the wall as his tongue laps at my throbbing clit before dipping inside of me and tasting my need. I can’t resist. I have to see his dark head between my thighs and his eyes locked on me as he destroys every last defence I have against him.
He doesn’t let me come though. No, Booker teases me, licking every inch of my core until I’m shaking and almost thrown into a release before he pulls away with a knowing, glistening smirk. He stands and starts unbuckling his jeans as I sag into the wall. My heart pounds and my pussy clenches as I stare at him greedily, needing him so badly it hurts. He frees his cock as I watch, my eyes dropping to his thick, long length. With a start, I realise there are tattoos there too. Licking my lips, I take in the sight of this magnificent thief who so easily stole my heart and now my body. I want to do the same to him, to make him as wild as I feel right now, so I push from the wall and step towards him, curling my hand around his length and pumping, but he apparently has other plans.
With a growl, Booker pulls his hard cock from my grasp, spins me to face the wall, and presses my breasts against it while jerking my hips out. Shivering, I press my hands there, digging my nails into the peeling wallpaper as I let him take over. If it gets me what I want, which is him, then I will gladly be good. Strong fingers circle my neck and squeeze before turning my head to the side so he can see my face. My wet hair sticks to my neck as I pant, pushing back to urge him on. I need him inside of me. I feel so empty, it borders on painful.
I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want him right now.
It’s as if I can’t breathe without him inside me.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he rumbles, leaning in to nip at the exposed skin of my neck, making me cry out. The others can undoubtedly hear us in this quiet farmhouse, but I don’t give a fuck. Let them. Hell, they can watch if they want to. Nothing will stop me fucking this man.
Kicking my legs farther apart, he runs his hard length across my ass and then my pussy, teasing me further as he nips and sucks my neck. All the while, I whimper, trying to get him inside me. His cock finally presses against my entrance, but he doesn’t push inside. Swearing, I squirm in his hold, trying to push back on him, but he stays frustratingly out of reach.
“What are you waiting for?” I snarl, annoyed now. “Fuck me.”
“Such a dirty mouth.” He laughs and licks a long line up to my ear, where he whispers the next words like a promise. “I’m going to fuck that next.”
He runs his cock through my wetness, spreading my desire across his huge length. My toes curl into the cold wood floor, even as my skin overheats. I’m about to open my mouth to demand again when he finds my entrance and slams inside of me in one smooth, quick thrust. I cry out at the sudden stretch, at the small bite of pain that only makes me wetter.
His fingers grip my neck tightly, cutting off my air just enough to make my cry softer. His other hand goes to my hip, where he grasps so hard, I’m sure I’ll bruise. I hardly care as he pulls back and pumps inside of me again, his cock filling me in a way I haven’t been filled before.
He stretches me so wide that it almost hurts, and I rock and move desperately on his length as he fucks me.
My hands are pressed against the wall in front of me, my nails gouging into it as I cry out with each thrust. The pain only adds to my pleasure as Booker claims me, filling me with his cock over and over.
But then the past tries to creep in. Ghosts fill my mind, even as I try to stay focused on the present.
