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“You think you want this?” he demanded
“I need it,” she said and tried to move, but he clamped an arm around her pelvis, pushing her clit into his groin until she yelped at the desperation that made her writhe against him. “Please… please, baby.”
“I want you to remember this,” he said. “You feel my fat cock all the way up inside you. It feels good, doesn’t it? You dirty girl, you love this, pretty baby.”
“Yes,” she cried. “Please.”
His precision focus on her eyes increased her need. “You’ll be begging and apologizing for a long time. You’ll never forget your duty to my dick. It’s your job to keep it happy, plaything. No one else gets to play.”
His palm pressed to her cheek and he pushed her hair away to gather it in his fist. Pulling her head back at an angle that allowed him to suck her pulse point hard, the burn prompted her to dig her nails into him and call out his real name.
They made eye contact, and she was apologizing all over again. They had aliases for this reason, so they didn’t have to use real names in what was potential enemy territory. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… I shouldn’t have—”
“Always knew you were naughty,” he said, grabbing and fondling her breast. His other arm loosened and he smacked her ass. “Now you can ride it like the dirty whore you’re playing.”
Using his shoulders to steady herself, she moved up and down, back and forth, working herself over him. He wrapped an arm around her waist, she thought to give her traction, but he pulled her to the side and peeked through the scope again.
It was impressive that he still remembered they were on a job given what they were doing. She smiled. “Am I distracting you?” she asked, and he smacked her again.
“Is that sass?”
“I don’t know,” she said, speeding up as the heat of pressure grew in urgency. “Would that piss you off?”
His eyes slunk to hers. He sat back and considered her. The pride she read in him made her work harder. Just as she found her rhythm, he thrust both arms around her and stood up, sending the scope onto the floor, but he didn’t pay the equipment any heed. With their bodies still engaged, he carried her to the bed and threw her off his cock onto the mattress.
“Think riling me is hot? Think pissing off a guy who trades in pain is smart?”
His jeans were loose over his hips, and he pulled his belt from the loops and halved it to snap the leather. The sound was abrupt enough to startle her, but she stretched her arms above her head and her legs down to her pointed toes. She wasn’t afraid of him, and he would never hurt her. He snapped the belt again.
“Suck my cock,” he said, holding himself and coming close to the bed. She flipped over and crawled to the edge to take his shaft from his hand.
Opening her lips, she licked her taste from him and sucked him as hard as she could, her head bobbing as she tested her ability to take him to her throat. He scooped her hair out of the way and held it tight. But she worked hard at her task, squeezing her thighs together when she heard the whisper of curses come from his lips.
She assumed he was close to climax, so she doubled her effort. He let go of her hair and looped his belt around the back of her neck. He slid it into its buckle, but didn’t fasten the pin. With his hold on her improvised leash, he pulled her away and retreated.
“That’s your job, plaything. My dick’s your full-time occupation.”
She nodded and smiled, he let go of the belt after a yank backwards and she fell onto the bed. He lay down over her and she opened her legs to accept him inside her. In a powerful move, he pushed himself through her juices into her slick passage. “Raven,” she whispered, arching up into his invasion.
The insistence of his member grew. It forged its advance, opening and closing her internal space, forcing her body to stroke his, to stimulate nerves, to pleasure him as he needed. He was using her to sate his desire. The stimulation drove her to an insanity of chemical overload that made her scratch at him, to grasp and claw her resolve to take him all, to own him and be owned.
“Every name, whoever I am, you’re the only one I touch. You’re my woman.”
“Yes,” she exhaled, working hard to move with him, but she was beginning to tire.
Lowering to lick her earlobe, his breath warmed her. “You like that? You like it when I fuck you?” he growled into her ear and kept pumping his hips.
“Mm,” she mumbled her approval and he boosted himself up again.
“Swallow,” he said and the name made her eyes pop open to lock onto his. “Fucking say it.”
“You’re my guy,” she cried out, close to her own climax. “Oh, God, yes! Fuck me, Raven!”
The noise of banging on the wall didn’t shatter the haze of her hormones that made her call out when she came. Brodie clamped a hand over her mouth to quiet her as he expanded and jettisoned his seed within her. The banging came again. She and her lover weren’t calling out for each other anymore. They were just panting into the humid air they’d created, trying to find their equilibrium again.
TWELVE
She found something comforting about the moisture he left inside her as he withdrew. There was no time for lying together, no cuddles and reassurance. Brodie went straight to the scope, pulling his jeans up with one hand as he picked up the fallen equipment and took a look through it.
