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His eyes went wide.“She’s a fuckingmaniac. Like…seriously.” He chuckled.
“But that’s kind of a vibe.”
He shook his head. “I’m not talking about Margeaux anymore. Let’s talk aboutyourlittle violent streak.”
“I’m not usually like this.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Did you forget you pulled out on me the day I got inked?”
My mouth dropped open. “Yes, actually. Yes I did.”
“Listen,” he said, his voice getting very serious. “You’re not going to keep threatening me and expecting me to not do anything about it.”
“But Iwantyou to do something about it.”
“Excuse me?”
I pressed into him, looking him right in the face. “Do something about it.”
He got the hint.
His hand at my neck, fingers in my pussy made it abundantly clear.
I’d never been more glad to be in nothing but an oversized shirt, no panties.
“This is how you want me to respond when you threaten to kill me?” he asked, his lips brushing against mine as he whispered the question.
I nodded. “Yes. Exactly.”
He chuckled, then kissed me, plunging another finger into me. “When did you get wet like this?”
“As soon as I heard your voice,” I panted, the pressure of his hand making a full breath impossible. “When you scared me.”
“You’re a mess.”
“Your hand is gonna be a mess if you keep—shit,” I whimpered, my hips bucking as he pressed his thumb to my clit.
I found enough control over myself to slip my hands between us, pulling his dick out.
He gotthathint too.
He grabbed me at the hips, hiking me up on the wall so he could plunge into me. We shared the groan of satisfaction that came with that first entry and I hooked my arms around his neck to keep him close.
There was no hurry.
Not even a goal, really, outside of just…feeling each other.
Sex wasn’t going to fix anything and neither was saying our feelings out loud, but… that didn’t lessen the need for either thing.
“I love you too,” I told him, nails digging through his shirt on the heels of a particularly deep stroke. He was still buried in me, and pushing further still, my pussy throbbing from the effort—the pleasure—of taking him.
“Me, or…him,” he asked, making his dick jump inside me as I squirmed from the feeling.
“Both of you.”
He chuckled, then pushed his tongue in my mouth for a deepened kiss as he finally moved, offering a brief respite from the fullness of him until he submerged himself again, in another slow, deliberate stroke.
“And you wonder why I was ready to kill you,” I gasped, when he finally let me up for air. His strokes had been gathering speed, building that pressure in my core, but I couldn’t say shit about it with his tongue in my mouth.
