Page 49 of Crazy In Love

We stop, stunned, torn out of our pleasure for half a beat. Then I bark out a laugh and ride her all over again.

“You just bought us a little more time.”

“I broke it.” She heaves for new air, her chest and shoulders growing and shrinking with her lungs. “Holy shit. I’m gonna get in trouble for that.”

“Focus on me.” I grab her throat and cut her off, which has her pussy shuddering and her eyes whipping back to mine. “When I’m fucking you, you’ll pay attentiononlyto me. I don’t care if the building is on fire.” I slam my tongue inside her mouth and suckle. “I won’t have it any other way.”

“Chris—”

“Tell me you’re sorry.”

“I’m…” She pants. “What?”

“Tell me you’re sorry for not doing as I want. For not paying attention to me.”

“No, I?—”

I pull out of her cunt and revel in her cry of torment. I slam her back against the shower wall, but I don’t chase her in. I don’t refill her sweet pussy.

Instead, I grab her throat and wait for her brain to realize no new air passes through.

“Tell me you’re sorry. And that you won’t get distracted again.”

She drops her hand, desperately searching between her legs and bringing herself pleasure.

So I slap it away and groan at her cry of surprise. And pain.

“Tell me you’re sorry, Fox.”

“I’m sorry.” She licks her lips and studies my eyes. “I’m sorry for not focusing on you.”

“Now beg me to fuck you.”

She shudders under my touch, her lashes coming down to kiss her fiery cheeks. But her lips curl with a deliciously tormenting smirk. “Please fuck me. I’m begging you to fuck me. Then eat me. Then feed me.”

“Yeah.” I pick her up and slam inside her, spreading her legs wide enough that I get to play with the plug too. “You’ll remember this.” I swing her around, too fast to be safe, then I crouch and set her on the floor, folding her knees over her chest until she’s mine. A fucking buffet set out purely for me.

“Jesus Christ.” I lower to my knees, broken shards of tile cutting into my skin, and yet, I ride her like a madman. “You’re perfect, Fox.” I watch her bouncing tits and desperately wish for her tongue in my mouth. But I’d have to trade her legs to reach, and I’m not willing to give up this view. “You got one more left for me? Cream one more time, beautiful.”

“Chris—”

“One more.” I slap her clit and throw my head back, roaring up at the ceiling and filling her cunt with my seed until it squeezes free and smears my crotch. “Yes.” I twitch with every spark of electricity pulsing in my veins, and because my balls are keen, I cum a little more. “Fuckkkkk,” I moan, my voice turning hoarse from the pain. “Such a good pussy.”

ROUND THIRTEEN

FOX

What have I done?

What epic lines have I crossed?

And hell, do I regret it?

Oddly, while I lie in the center of the bed Chris made up for me before I ever stepped foot in this apartment, the soft finish of expensive sheets tickling my skin, I look down my nose at his single pointer finger, tracing the ink that sneaks around my ribs and onto my back, and though I search for it, I can’t find a single shred of remorse for what we’ve just done.

I’m still stuck on the mind-numbing effects of being fucked most of the way to death.

“This one?”