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I stiffen, but I deserve it, so I nod.
“I was so angry, so fucking angry” —his hands tighten on me again— “that I let another woman use me, had been blind once more.”
“Eric,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes, but I don’t stop him. He needs to get it out if we are to move ahead.
“I hated you in that moment,” he admits, and I flinch as if he struck me. “I hated you and still wanted you, and that pissed me off even more.”
I roll my lips inwards, and his angry eyes drop to them.
“I want you even now, with my brother’s cum dripping from you. I want you so fucking badly that it scares me.”
“Even while you are still angry at me?” I ask sincerely.
“I want to fuck that anger out of me. I want to make you scream and make you weak for me. I want to wake my brother with your pleasure echoing around the walls,” he rumbles, his eyes still locked on my lips. His hands slide up my sides, across my neck, and to my cheeks. Licking my lips, I meet his gaze. My breath quickens and desire pours through me at the idea, at his words, wanting what he’s describing.
Even if it would be a punishment from him, I would take him in any way I can get him. Losing all restraint, I lean in, almost pressing my lips to his. “Then do it. Let me earn your trust, your forgiveness, in any way I can. I want you, Eric. That was never a lie. I want you so much, it has me wet, even as my pussy aches from Booker.”
I kiss him, taking the reins, just like I did with Booker.
I swallow his groan as I lick the seam of his lips, and when he opens his mouth, I tangle my tongue with his. Gripping his head, I angle it to kiss him harder as I lift myself higher onto his lap. I rub my body against him, wordlessly begging him to fuck me.
To take me.
Ripping away, he falls back off the chair, tipping the entire thing backward. I stumble to my feet so I don’t fall, my lips bruised and heart pounding. My chest heaves with desire as I stare at him. His eyes are wild, and his fingers are pressed to his own lips as he stares at me. Then, suddenly, he snaps.
His shock turns to pure hunger.
He attacks me where I stand, slamming his lips onto mine, this time taking over. He kisses me hard and fast, all clashing teeth and biting lips, until it almost hurts, until it feels so good. I arch up into him, begging for more.
Without breaking the kiss, he lifts me with one hand, and I hear everything from the table shatter as he swipes it to the floor. I don’t even care about the wasted food or broken plates. All I care about is the man holding me.
He lays me down onto the table, his body pressed between my thighs, blanketing me, before he pulls away. His eyes lock on mine as I open my own, my breaths ragged as I gaze up at him.
“You’re going to scream for me, princess,” he promises before biting my lip. Popping it free, he slides his tongue across the stinging flesh before nibbling down my chin, across my aching throat, to the shirt’s hem.
Sitting up, he grabs scissors he must have used to cut open the packet of cheese on the table and cuts up the front of the shirt without hesitation, preferring to destroy the shirt rather than tug it over my head. The cold metal drags along my skin, making me groan as I arch against him. When he reaches the collar, he rips it. We both watch as the material flutters apart, exposing me to his possessive gaze, leaving me in just a pair of Booker’s boxers.
My breasts shake with the force of my breaths, my nipples tightening in the air. His knee is still wedged between my legs, which hang from the table.
“Then you better make me,” I purr, my voice thick with need.
“Oh, don’t worry. I plan to.” He smirks before grasping the waistband of the boxers and tugging them lower. He pulls them from my body and tosses them away, leaving me naked while he’s dressed.
I reach for him, but he smacks my hand away. Leaning down, he runs his nose across my belly and up the valley between my breasts before kissing me again. “I plan to eat that pretty pink cunt for breakfast, so be a good girl and grip the table,” he orders. I lift my arms, and his hands slide up them as I grip the edge of the table above me. “Good girl.” He rewards me by sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. The pleasure arches from his mouth straight to my throbbing clit. He gives my other nipple the same treatment before lifting his head and watching me greedily.
“I’m still hungry. It seems a shame for this all to go to waste,” he remarks. I blink in confusion. Pushing up slightly, he reaches for something that must have survived his sweeping and then places it near me on the table. Craning my head, I see the packet and my eyebrows rise.
He drags his fingers through the cream cheese left on the table, and then he meets my gaze with a wicked smirk as he slides those fingers around my nipple. I moan, and with a wink, he leans down and captures my nipple between his lips, sucking the cream cheese clean.
Reaching for more, he trails his fingers down my stomach to my dripping pussy before coating my clit in it. He licks the same path down before sucking my clit into his mouth.
I arch off the table, my hands digging into the wood to hold on as my eyes slam shut at the sudden pleasure. When I blink them open and see the wicked glint in his amused eyes, I lose my breath. His hands slide up my thighs and toss them over his shoulders. His blond head bends to my cunt as he eats me, looking like an angel, even as he licks me like a sinner.
“Please,” I beg, my voice hoarse and needy. “Eric, please.”
“Please what?” he murmurs as he nips and licks my pussy, circling my hole before going back up.
“I need to come,” I tell him. “I need you inside me.”
