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“Eyes on me, beautiful. I want you to watch what you do to me.” I thrust my hips forward, ramming my fat cock down her throat and making her gag. I pull out slowly, letting her catch her breath for a moment before doing the same again. The heat of her mouth, the way her tongue glides over the underside ofmy shaft, and the way her throat works around my tip as I push in deep, it’s all perfect and too much. Bliss and agony. Her throat bulges with the size of me and her eyes are watering, lips swollen, and cheeks hollowed. The sight of her is too much, I have to slap my palm against the wall above her to just to keep my balance.
36
ANNIKA
Itake Harvey’s cock further than is comfortable because I know he loves it when I choke on it. I gag and he groans, curving his spine to curl over me and hold the back of my head as he fucks my mouth. My hands, still pink with blood, slide up his thighs, my fingertips tangling in the thick hair there. Without warning, he grips my hair with a painful sting and pulls me off of him. I gasp for air as he pants, holding my face in his hands. I look up at him he looks down at me, his thumb smearing over my bottom lip where I’m sure my lipstick has already worn off.
“You’re going to make me come,rainha,” he purrs.
I arch a brow and pout my lips. “Isn’t that the point?”
He grips my jaw tightly causing my mouth to purse unnaturally. “Don’t sass me,” he says gently. “Get up.”
I rise from my knees and rake my nails over the hard ridges of his abdomen up to his pecs. He sucks in air over his teeth, letting his head fall back to look up at the ceiling. Gripping the back of his neck, I urge him to me, and I press my lips to his. He grips my waist, holding me close to him as he spears my lips with his tongue, pushing my breasts against his pecs, and his cocks is hot and thick pressed between us. My arms wrap around his neck,the shower is still pelting hot water down on my back, the glass door completely steamed up, and Harvey walks me backwards until my heated skin hits the cold tile. I grunt with the force of it and press my hips to his, desperate for any friction I can get.
He moves one hand down from my waist to grip my hip, then grabs my arse with the other one, squeezing hard enough to bruise. “Rainha, fuck,” he pants against my lips, rocking his pelvis so his cock rubs against my lower belly. I reach down to cup his balls, gently pulling on them until he grunts. Grabbing my wrist, he stops my ministrations and twists me so my front is against the shower wall and he is at my back, his hardness sliding between my wet arse cheeks. “You’re being a little brat tonight, huh?” he growls in my ear, reaching round to cup my scorching sex. “Trying to drive me mad,rainha? You took charge tonight, showed everyone what a fucking queen you are and now you need me to take control, is that it?” His breath whispers over my ear and his chest rumbles at my back with each word making me shiver with anticipation. “Answer me,” he snaps.
“Yes,” I whimper, riding his hand and feeling the build of pleasure there.
He slides two fingers inside of me but holds them steady, not pumping, not stroking, his hand stays perfectly still with no pressure against my desperate clit. I cry out in frustration as my pending orgasm fades away. “Yeswhat?”
“Sir!” I cry. “Yes, sir.”
He curls his fingers stroking in a come-hither motion as the heel of his palm grinds against my clit and I’m plunged into the depths of an all-consuming orgasm. My body shakes, goosebumps prickling at my skin and my legs wobble but Harvey’s strong-arm bands around my waist. His teeth scrape at my shoulder and his cock slides against my slick cunt as he pumps his hips at my back. The need to be filled by him is so strong it’s almost painful.
“Fuck me,” I beg, my breath hot against the tile.
“Bedroom,” he demands, his throat thick.
“No, here. Now.” I push my arse out with an arch of my back, rubbing against him and making him groan in a lust mix of pleasure and pain.
“Condom,” he grinds out.
It hadn’t even crossed my mind and as bad as I should feel about that, I couldn’t care less. “Please, Harvey,” I whisper, grinding on him a little more just to press my point in. “I trust you.”
He freezes and I wonder if he’ll refuse me. His hand not around me slaps on the tile above my head, his heaving breaths feathering against the shell of my ear. With another slide of his shaft along the length of my slit, he had me shuddering. “You’re sure?”
In answer, I reach between us, gripping his hardness and guiding the head to my waiting entrance. We both groan as he pushes in, the feel of nothing between us making everything far more intense than it’s been before. He wastes no time in finding a rhythm that works for us both, his cock rubbing over the most sensitive parts of my inner walls. This angle is perfect for his cockhead to hit that spot inside me that makes me buzz.
“Harvey. Sir. God. Harvey,” I chant.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he murmurs, I’m not sure he means for me to hear it. “Você é incrível. Você é tão incrível,” he strains out in Portuguese, which tells me he’s close. He always starts talking in his native tongue when he’s about to blow.
“Come in me, Sir, please. I want to feel your cum,” I beg around breathy moans, not even aware of what I’m saying.
“Fuck,” he grinds out, slamming into me once, twice, three times before stilling and roaring his release. He hits the spot once more and it pushes me over the precipice, coming with a cry and clawing at the tiles to try and keep myself upright.
I think I pass out for a second or two because the next thing I know, my skin is soapy and gentle hands are caressing me everywhere. My back is still to Harvey’s chest and his arms encircle me, massaging the suds into my stomach then up to my breasts. Rubbing my hands over his arms, I catch the handcuffs inked into his inner forearm and trace the shape.
“We didn’t use these,” I say sleepily.
“Next time.” He kisses the sensitive area where my neck meets my shoulder. “Wouldn’t want them to rust.”
I smile, turning my head to allow him to catch my lips with his. It feels like words want to bubble up from my chest and out my mouth, foreign words that I can’t possibly understand the meaning of. I don’t let them rise, losing them to his kiss and falling into the warmth of his embrace.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed,rainha,” he says softly, spinning me so he can run his hands over the naked skin at my back before moving us both under the warm spray and washing us clean. My hands are no longer stained with blood—at least not in the literal sense—and I feel relaxed and sated. Harvey pulls a towel from the rail, wrapping it around my shoulders and taking time to dry me gently and carefully. Kneeling at my feet to catch the water dripping from my legs, he places a soft kiss on my mound before rising to come face to face with me once more.
Something feels different about the way he looks at me, like he’s seeing something he hasn’t seen before. Like he has words he wants to say too. I wonder if it’s hitting him that I killed a man tonight. That his morals and integrity are warring inside him and he’s deciding if he should leave, that I’m bad. The thought alone creates a cavern in my chest, gaping and painful. I lean in and kiss him, hoping to erase any thought from his head. He’s still wet, but he lifts me by the back of my thighs and carries me to my bed, setting me down gently and leaning over me until I’m on my back and our bodies are flush.
