Page 7 of Accepted Precedent (Love & Politics #3)

“Wherever you want,” he moans as I stroke faster, massaging his heavy balls.

I steal a glance at Evie, and for once, she’s behaving, not touching herself as she watches me work.

His breaths are uneven, and I can’t resist another taste.

Keeping my eyes on her, I wrap my lips around his tip, swirling my tongue and fisting tighter with each stroke until he comes for me.

Andrew’s moans and curses fill the room as spurts of his release hit the back of my throat. I do my best to keep most of it on my tongue. He collapses further onto the mattress, and as I pull off him, I spit his cum onto my cock, making Evelyn gasp.

Since my new favorite toy enjoys pain a bit too much, I don’t indulge her.

“Spread your legs for me, angel.” I press inside her with ease, and she breathes a relieved sigh as I settle inside her.

A sweet smile paints her face, and I praise, “You were such a good girl listening to Daddy, patiently waiting when you were aching for this cock.”

I don’t wait for her words, fucking her hard and fast, the wet slaps of the mess we’re making echoing off the walls. Andrew keeps his voice low and soothing as he holds her hand, reminding Evie to breathe. “If it’s too much, he’ll stop. Just say the word.”

“Harder,” she groans, and I grip her hips tighter, giving her exactly what she’s craving—what we both are.

It’ll leave bruises, and something feral in me loves that she’ll be reminded of this morning for days.

No man will be able to touch her unless they’ve been vetted by me and Andrew, and I smile at the thought.

If I have it my way, she’ll only be ours.

Her pussy tightens around me, and I can’t hold on any longer, needing to paint the inside of her cunt and claim her as mine.

She meets my thrusts, and it’s my undoing, coming harder than I have in recent memory—even with Andrew.

As I struggle to catch my breath, I sit on my heels, bringing Evie with me, her back flush to my chest as I spill every last drop inside her.

Tugging gently on one of her nipple piercings, I slide my other hand between her legs to tease her slippery clit.

“Ready to come on my cock, angel?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, melting into me.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

It takes me by surprise, expecting her usual fight, and tamp down a growl threatening to escape my chest. “That’s my good fucking girl. Show me with your cum how much you love being filled by both of us.”

“You better be on birth control, Evie,” Andrew chuckles, sliding off the bed. “Or there’s a real chance you could be calling both of us Daddy.” He rounds the bed and kisses me goodbye before leaving to get changed in our room.

“I… I didn’t mean it”

“Yes, you did. Let me take care of you.” I pepper soft kisses on her shoulder up to her neck. Unable to help myself, I draw her sweet skin into my mouth and suck hard, leaving behind a bright red bruise and teeth marks. She may be marrying Andrew, but right now, she’s fucking mine.

The sheets are soaked with a mix of the three of us.

None of this is just sex, as Andrew suggested.

She’s giving herself to me willingly, letting me own this piece of her, and in turn, I’m hers.

I’ve been so worried about Andrew falling for her, but if she married me instead, I’d be more than in love with her—she’d be my whole fucking world.

Except, she can never truly be mine. She’ll be walking down the aisle to the man I love. This has to be the last time I touch her, or everything my brother and I have worked for will be for nothing.

One last taste, then I’ll walk away.

I lift her off of me and roll her onto her back, pressing two fingers inside her as I lower my mouth to her clit. I play her like a damn fiddle as she writhes beneath me.

No. I can’t walk away from her after today…

“Right there, I’m so close,” she moans, and I continue the same pace and pressure until her sweet cunt squeezes my fingers. I don’t let up as she shatters for me, coating my beard and the linens beneath us.

“One more, angel,” I selfishly demand, pulling my fingers for another taste of the three of us together before pressing them back inside her. “Give me one more.”

“It’s too much,” she whimpers. “I can’t.

” Her actions conflict with her words as she grips my hair and tugs me closer.

She grinds against me as I lap at her swollen clit, and I can’t help feasting on her like a starved man.

In mere minutes, her second orgasm crashes over her, making her cry out my name.

My. Name. Not Andrew’s, not some arsehole ex or a guy from the bar—my fucking name.

And fuck, it’s music to my ears.

“That’s it, angel. Scream to the world who made you come so fuckin’ hard.”

As much as I love tasting her, this has to be the last and only time I’ll have her like this. I move up her body and slide my already-hard cock inside her, but her cunt fluttering around me has me aching to come again.

As she catches her breath, she wraps her legs around me, digging her heels into my back. A devilish grin tilts her lips. “Fill me again… Daddy. ”

My little brat is fucking with me, but I couldn’t care less.

My mouth crashes onto hers, and I’ve lost all control, roughly fucking her until the headboard knocks the wall with each thrust. She rakes her nails down my back, her sweet moans spurring me on.

Part of me wants to spend the rest of the day in bed, worshiping every inch of her.

I’ve never felt desperate like this—ever.

Even with Andrew. I thought I loved him with my whole heart.

But now? A small piece of it belongs to this wicked angel beneath me. I want both of them.

Our tongues duel for the upper hand, and as she bites down hard on my lip, I groan, “Come for me, and I’ll fill you.”

As if on command, she tenses and whimpers, “I’m… oh, fuck, I’m close.”

The moment her cunt quivers around my cock, I’m lost to my own release, thrusting every last drop deep inside her. Slowing my pace, I manage, “Fucking hell, angel. You’re perfect.” I stop short of confessing I’m hers, even if it’s true—it’ll only make it harder to walk away.

“Brussel sprout.”

I freeze, then pull out of her. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

A small tear escapes the corner of her eye. “No. But you’re going to.”

“What do you mean?” I brush it away, and another falls.

“I think you know what I mean.”

I want her. I can’t have her. And there’s no reality where I can keep her.

I close the distance and seal my lips to hers, selfishly needing to prolong every last second with her.

Unlike our fevered power struggle, her kisses are bittersweet.

She doesn’t have to explain with words—we’ll break each other’s hearts if we do this again.

Still, my words tumble from me, “No matter what happens, I’m yours, angel. ”

“You’re not. You’re Andrew’s.”

“And he’s mine. But, Evie, after that…” I brush her hair away from her damp forehead. “I’m also yours.” I sit back and pull her to me, wrapping my arms around her as I breathe her in.

She nestles her face in the crook of my neck and whispers, “What happens now?”

“As much as I hate to do it, I have to let you and Andrew go—at least until after the election.”

“Then what?”

I slide my hand into her hair and tug gently until she’s looking at me. Her eyes are glassy as I insist, “Then you’re mine, angel.”

Evie huffs a humorless laugh. “You say it so matter-of-factly.”

“Because I’ve wanted you for years, and now that I’ve had you, I’m sure as fuck not going to let you go without a fight.”