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Gaze centered on the slow, steady fuck of his fingers, the way my hips flex and roll, advancing and retreating, working my aching pussy along their length, I can’t deny it. Can’t refuse because right now, I’ll do anything, say anything—be anything—he needs. Give him everything he wants, no matter the cost because being with him has set something free inside me.
And that something belongs to him.
Will never belong to anyone else.
Gaze still pinned to the desperate flex of my hips, I force it up to find him waiting, watching our reflection through the thick sweep of his thick, lowered lashes, devil black gaze pinned to my mouth. “I’m your greedy little cock slut.”
Went closes his mouth on a deep, guttural growl, a moment before his teeth sink into the soft skin of my neck. Bites down hard, the stinging pain of it shooting down my spine, twisting itself around the unbearable heat and pressure between my thighs, all of it melting together before crashing into me with the force of a wrecking ball.
“Went…” Hips bucking wildly against the pressure of his hand, I feel his answering growl vibrate along the tense cords of my neck, urging me to fuck myself with his fingers, to watch myself come for him as my entire body starts to shake and convulse uncontrollably, the orgasm careening through me blowing me into a million pieces before flinging me to the stars.
FORTY-EIGHT
Wentworth
By some sort of miracle, I was able to get Kait cleaned up without bending her over the sink and fucking her so hard she’d probably need medical attention afterward.
I made her come again in the shower, foot braced against its low tile bench, lifted leg pinned against the slick shower wall by my hip while I stroked and teased her cum slicked clit with my fingers until she came, begging me for more and it took everything I have to stop myself from giving it to her. Because as much as she wants it, I want it a million times more.
Watching her come undone—knowing I’m the only person alive who’s ever made her feel this way—is addictive. I don’t want to do anything else. Eat. Sleep. Draw. Breathe. I’d give it all up for the chance to spend the rest of my life making her feel good.
Out of the shower, I wrap her in a big fluffy bath sheet before lifting her to sit on the counter. Back turned, I sling a towel around my waist, doing my best to ignore the fact that Kait isn’t the only one who’s still begging me for more.
When I turn back around, her cloudy blue gaze immediately falls to the massive hard-on trying to fight its way out from under the towel. “Went…” She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth before lifting it to find mine. “I—”
“Want to see your tattoo?” I ask in hopes of distracting her because I know what she’s about to say is going to start with I want and because I can’t seem to say no to her, I’ll be inclined to give in.
Before she can answer me, I open the top drawer on the vanity and pull out a hand mirror. Handing it to her, I tug the towel I wrapped her in low enough to expose her shoulder. Gathering her wet hair, I move it to the side while she lifts the mirror and angles it so she can see the dragonfly I drew on her shoulder yesterday reflected back to her. When she catches sight of it, Kait lets out a soft gasp.
“It’s beautiful.” Rolling and lifting her shoulder a bit so she can see more of it, she looks up at me with an almost shy smile. “Thank you. I love it.”
Taking the mirror from her, I set it down before stepping into her. Lifting my hands, I smooth her wet hair away from her face, bracing them on either side so I can tilt it up to meet mine. “Someday, I’ll make it permanent.” It’s a lie and we both know it. Our days together are numbered. The ones beyond them have been promised to someone else.
It doesn’t have to be that way.
She doesn’t have to marry him.
Not if she marries you first.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” she lies back, her bright blue gaze pinned to mine.
You don’t have to marry him Sunshine. Not if you marry me first.
Because the thought is too crazy to be said out loud, I keep it to myself. Lowering my mouth to hers, I kiss her slowly, my tongue skimming along her bottom lip until I feel it tremble. Pulling back, gazed focused on her mouth, I see Kait on her knees in front of me, head held still between my hands, just like they are now, holding it steady so I fuck her mouth. Lips stretched around the thick shaft of my cock while she struggles to take me in, the head of it slamming against the back of her throat with every rough thrust of my hips while she finger fucks herself until—
Fuck.
Kait’s never touched herself and I’ll be damned if that’s how it goes down for the first time.
“You need to get out of here.” Dropping a kiss on her forehead, I let her go because I’m not going to be that guy. I’m not going to be him. I’m not going to use her. The last few hours have been about her and I’m going to keep it that way.
“But…” She shifts herself, brushing the inside of her bare thigh against the engorged head of my towel-covered cock, the slightest of contacts that nearly send me to my knees. “What about this?”
Fuck—I really have created a monster.
“Don’t worry about me, Sunshine,” I assure her, barely stifling a groan when she shifts in her seat again. Taking a step back in an attempt to think straight, I put some much-needed space between us. “I’ve got it covered.”
She frowns at me for a second like she’s trying to decode some sort of secret message. When she figures it out, her cheeks go pink, which considering all the things I’ve persuaded her to say and do over the past few hours, is downright, fucking adorable. “Are you going to masturbate again?”