Page 170 of Blackwood

“Little Miss Controlling Ass thinks she runs the show,” I mutter, grinding my cock against her soaked pussy but not slipping in, not yet.

“You got jokes huh, malyshka?”

From the side, Cade’s watching, breathless again, smiling like this is the best porn he’s ever seen.

Bella looks up at me, unbothered as hell. She tries to sit up, probably to throw another line, maybe wrestle again, who the fuck knows with this girl. But no.Not this time. I shove her back down hard enough to make the mattress groan.

My hand wraps around her throat, tighter this time so I can feel how her pulse spikes beneath my fingers. I thrust back inside her. One brutal, full stroke. She gasps. Her whole body arches off the bed, a choked moan leaving her lips.

I don’t stop. I can’t. I fuck her hard and relentless. God, it feels so good. So right. Her pussy clamps around me like it’s trying to hold me there, like it fucking knows I belong there. She’s writhing beneath me, gasping, straining with tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes.

“Lex, oh! Lex!”

Releasing her neck, I slow my rhythm, still deep inside her. Letting her feel it, but not how she wants. Not the way she needs.

Her eyes fly open, wide and confused. “Ah! What the fuck?”

“Say it,” I growl.

“Say what?” she barks back

“Say you’re sorry for making me ache for you for so goddamn long, and I’ll let you fucking come, malyshka.”

She looks over at Cade. He laughs and shakes his head. She turns back to me. Her eyes lock on mine.

“Fine,” she rolls her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she says with a voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Thank you, malyshka. That’s close enough,” I say as I snap my hips forward, plunging deep inside her. She moans, back arching, hands gripping Cade’s arm. I don’t stop.

We move together, grinding and holding eye contact like we’re trying to brand it into each other.

She’s close again, I feel it. The way her legs tense, the way her walls grips my dick like a fucking vice. Her voice cracks, raw and high.

“Oh my god, Lex! Baby, I’m gonna come.”

“Then fucking do it, malyshka,” I snarl. “Come all over my cock.”

She wraps he legs around me, digging her heels into my lower spine. She screams. Head thrown back, body shaking, every muscle clenching around me.

“Glaza na menya, malyshka. You know the rules.”

She obeys and locks her eyes back on mine as everything inside her shatters.

I lose it.

My vision blurs. I thrust once, twice, three times. I unloadinside her with a roar that tears out of my chest. The kind that makes your throat raw and your body collapse.

I pull out, slow and gentle this time. Her body shudders beneath me, completely wrecked, still twitching with the last waves of pleasure.

I lay down beside her, the adrenaline finally bleeding out of me. I reach for her, arms open, and she doesn’t hesitate. Just melts into me like her body knows exactly where it belongs.

Her head rests against my chest, fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns across my ribs. Like she needs the contact. Like she needs me.

She throws one leg over mine, anchoring herself to me. And I can feel it, feel her. The proof of what just happened, warm and sticky, leaking out of her and soaking into the sheets. Proof she’s ours. I breathe her in. Her hair. Her skin. The mix of cherry vanilla, sweat, sex, andhome.And fuck, I’ve never felt more whole.

Cade slides in close behind her. One arm drapes over her waist, his face tucked into the back of her neck. She’s between us now. Held. Surrounded. Ours.

Three bodies tangled together.