Page 43 of Crazy In Love

“Your asshole is throbbing for me.” I peel her cheeks apart and groan because she’s tight and forbidden. But she’ll take me. Even if it hurts, I’ll make sure she takes me. “Have you ever wanted to be fucked in the ass before, Fox?”

“Yes.” She chokes for air. “Yes, I want to.”

“You ever been fucked in the ass before?”

She shakes her head, swallowing and trembling. “Not by a cock, and not by someone else.”

Curious, I spit on my hand and rub my thumb over her asshole. “What do you mean?”

“I use toys on myself.” She shudders and attempts to sit backward. She’s hungry for my thumb. Desperate for my touch. “I use toys on myself often. More often since I met you.”

“You think of me while you’re fucking yourself?”

She whimpers in frustration, wiggling her hips in search of more.

But she doesn’t answer, so I bring my hand back and slap her ass with a loud, resounding crack.

“Ah!” She startles forward to escape the pain. But hell, if she doesn’t override that instinct and drive herself back again.

“I asked if you fuck yourself and think of me.”

“Yes.” She drops a hand from the wall and touches herself, too impatient to wait. Too anxious for more. “Yes, I fuck myself and think of you. I’ve been touching myself and thinking of you since we first met in the summer.”

“Seven months of practice.” I hum my appreciation and slip two fingers into her asshole.

She cries out at the intrusion, her legs quivering and her fingers still fucking. So now we’re both working.

“How big are your toys? As big as me?”

“No.”

“How do you know?” I drive my hips forward and slide my zippered cock against her clit. “You don’t know how big I am.”

“Educated guess.” She gushes onto the floor, drawing me closer. Closer to taking her. Closer to destroying her.

Closer to owning her.

“I only had a bullet-sized plug before. But now…” She gasps, panting and moaning. “The one I use now is much larger.”

“Because you think of me?” My heart thunders, and my lungs seize. Fuck me, I might not survive her. But I’m determined to accept my death and ride her all the way to hell. “You got any lube? I might not get another chance with you, Fox. So I’m having you. All of you. Right now.”

“Lube?” she questions, breathless, and a little confused. “What?”

“For the first time? You want lube.” Desperate, I bend and bury my tongue between her ass cheeks.

“Argh!” She comes again, spraying the floor and soaking her thighs. “Chris…”

“We need lube. And condoms. And the fucking bed.”

She heaves for fresh air, crying with needy anticipation, and glancing over her shoulder, she meets my eyes and gulps. “I saw a drugstore three doors up. Run.”

“What?”

Like the vixen she is, she pulls forward, disengaging, closing her legs, straightening her spine, and stealing from me the things I’ve already laid claim to. Then she swallows and grabs the bathroom door. “I said run.”

“Fox—”

“I noticed the brand-new showerhead in here. I was gonna use it for my pleasure, even before you started this fun little game. I planned to make myself come with you right there in my living room. But now you have an invitation to join me.”