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My body freezes when half a dozen bikes drive up on Axwell’s courtyard and Axwell pushes me back. “Stay down,” he snarls. “I’ll go and deal with this.”
“You can’t!” I screech. “Don’t go!” He ignores me and I throw myself around his neck, trying to get him to stay but somehow he shrugs me off and I slide down his body like water down a mountain and I panic. “Axe, please!” I beg. “You don’t understand! It’s not what you think.”
He’s too worked up to hear me. What if they shoot him? What if he shoots them? As if he hasn’t heard my plead, Axwell moves toward the door and my own helplessness almost leaves me numb. I need to get him to stay with me...
And I’ll do anything to keep him safe.
“My pussy’s soaking,” I breathe and it gets him to stop so hard, he almost stumbles over himself and he whips around. I bite my lip. “Don’t you need to do something g about...that...?”
He looks like he’s close to erupting like a volcano but then a muscle ticks in his jaw. “Please Yale,” he rasps, acting like he’s in pain because he can’t satisfy my basic instinct. “Don’t do this to me now...”
I shake my head. “Help me. I’m trying to squeeze my thighs but I can’t h...hold it in.”
“Fuck,” he curses, lunging at me and I gasp when he snatches me and his eyes sparkle like lightning. “I’ll give it to you quickly.”
Oh no, he won’t!
“You really shouldn’t have done this,” he warns with fire in his eyes and the way he holds himself like he’s on the edge of a ledge, makes me lose my breath in anticipation, “you know what’ll happen...”
I know. He will eat into me but that’s exactly what I want. He’s about to claim me but I don’t allow it. Whimpering, I go down on my knees before him and I move so fast, I almost hit the floorboards.
“Pillow,” he growls in a voice distorted from desire. He’s probably referring to him wanting me to put a pillow under my knees so they won’t ache but I shake my head, defying him and his eyes flash when he looks down at me. I love his eyes when they’re like that, when I’m delicate and he’s so robust and durable that I know it won’t matter how many times I crash into him. He’ll always be there, ready to take me.
I clasp his shaft into my hands, giving it a squeeze and he groans, “Beloved, your timing couldn’t be any worse...”
But it’s not timing, I’m worried about. It’s him. I put my lips on the tip, gripping the tattooed base and my eyes flare at how good this feels to me. His body strains, his fingers gripping my hair a little bit recklessly which means he enjoys this.
He’s trying to fight it, his need to protect me greater than his need to have me but he’s only a man and his body betrays him, his hunger rising until he’s snarling and growling. He pulls me closer, his thighs rippling, his abs tensing with his hardened breaths. I have the most powerful male before me and it makes my heart skip a beat.
We both want this so much, our hands searching and stroking and determination flares in me when he pumps his hips in my face, encouraging me to wring him dry.
“Please,” Axwell moans. “Yale, please...”
He wants me to finish him.
“Axwell X,” a voice shouts from the courtyard and my eyes flare. “Get out here. We have unresolved business with you.”
They’re going to have to wait! When Axwell starts to move away, anxiety floods me and I begin to pump him with my mouth, sucking my cheeks in while I flood him with firm laps and he curses, pistons his hips and I can taste that he’s close.
“Going to come...,” he rasps, swelling and contracting in my soft mouth and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Get the hell out!” that voice shouts again. Axwell gets something dark in his eyes, I don’t like so to distract him I put his hand on my breast. He squeezes it like he’s squeezing an orange and I cry out. Next time I blink, he’s shoved himself inside of me and I’m on my back on the cold floor. I moan when he grunts and pushes, the back of my head brushing against the wood and I move my hips to meet him.
“Need my woman satisfied,” he groans, “hard to leave your warmth.” His words come out broken and tense. “But fuck me, I have to...” Dazed and pissed off at the situation, he lets out a growl, gives me a soft kiss and pulls out but I won’t let him do this!
“Put it back in. Please, just work with me!” I beg, clawing at him and I use my body to roll him over. It seems to take him by surprise because he doesn’t have time to react and his hips are already rolling under me. Triumphant I slide down in a slow, fluid motion and we both cry out in shock at how good that felt, our mouths kissing desperately, our bodies bucking and I nearly buck off Axwell when he gives me everything he’s been holding back. He drives into me like I’m nothing and I clutch to him, trying to give back as good as I take and then I start bouncing. “Ahh...,” I moan and Axwell snarls, grabbing my hips and he uses my body to slide me up and down.
“Making me crazy,” he growls, “going insane...acting reckless, all because of you...”
In response, I nod desperately because I need him to be reckless and I look down at where our bodies meet, at the intricate pattern of inked black disappearing into my pink.
The lust slamming into me is hard and demanding but not more demanding than Axwell, and he treats me like I’m dripping with feminine gifts of pleasure that are his to wring dry. He satiates himself using me, I’m the only thing capable of deeply satisfying him.
“Rest those big tits in my hands,” he commands and I oblige, putting my breasts in his waiting palms and he treats them attentively and with greed like they’re made out of rose gold. I bounce harder, feeling myself contract around him. I squeeze my eyes, ready to let go when a bullet flies through the window, hitting the wall, close to the ceiling.
I scream, scream while coming at the same time and Axwell arches his neck, his face straining, the veins on his arms almost popping and he floods me. My head drops, my heart pounding and he presses his lips against mine. A moment of connection and then suddenly, we’re not attached anymore. He rises, his massive body prowling and he bends down and takes out the biggest weapon I’ve seen, from underneath the bed.
He’s in attack mode. Furious they shot at us, his eyes turning to me, his face determined and I scurry. “Stay here,” he says in a severe voice. “If you get in the crosshairs, I’ll kill them all. One by one.” He leaves, closing the door but I don’t waste any time. Getting up, I open up one of Axwell’s drawers and yank out a shirt and put it on, before running out.
