Page 24 of Crazy In Love (Love & War #2)

I whip the door open and skid to a stop, my pulse skittering at a dizzying gallop, but my cock sings in response to what I see. It throbs and tries to break through my zipper.

“You brought your toys to Plainview?” I toss the bag of contraband to the sink and walk straight into the shower.

I don’t fucking care that my shoes get wet.

Or my jeans. Or my soul, really. Because she prepared for me, pressing her chest and cheek to the shower wall, the detached shower head between her legs, and a big fat plug nestled neatly in her ass.

“You’re a thirsty, thirsty girl, aren’t you? ”

I lower to my knees and cop a face full of shower water. But I don’t give a single shit because her ass throbs, and her plug is big enough to almost compete with me.

Not really.

But it’s a start.

“You’re the most delicious slut I’ve ever met.” I bury my face between her legs and slide my tongue along her slit. “Jesus, Fox. You want me to destroy your pretty little cunt, don’t you?”

“I’m waiting for you.” She pushes back and sits on my face. “I’m so desperate for you, Chris. So needy.”

“I got what we needed.” Pulling back, I slowly drag the plug from her ass, breathless at the sight of her body clinging to it. Her asshole, begging to keep it in. And then her knees, knocking when I take it away.

I consider myself a forward-thinking man, so I pump a little soap onto the plug and give it a wash. Rinsing the bubbles away. The bacteria. The danger. Then I press it into her pussy and elicit an electric cry of surprise.

She scrambles forward, crashing against the wall.

“I’m gonna fill you right up, beautiful. Split you in half and have you thank me for it.” I back up out of the shower, unsnapping my jeans and shoving them down. Denim sticks to my legs, and I damn near break my bones when I toe my boots off.

But there’s nothing more painful than not being inside her. So I kick my boots away and toss my pants and boxers, and tearing the paper bag open, I grab the box of condoms and the bottle of lube and take them back to the shower with me.

I slap her ass, right where my handprint already marks her skin, and tug the glass door closed behind me.

Fuck knows, the rest of the bathroom is already wet and messy, and closing the door makes less room for me to stretch out.

But my brain isn’t quite where it needs to be.

Not when all my blood is in my cock. “It’s probably gonna hurt, babe.

” I reach around her and turn the shower off—because I’m an asshole, possibly.

Or because I don’t want it to wash away the lube—and ripping the condom packaging open, I take one out, tear the foil and glide the rubber over my cock.

Then I grab her hands and place them on the handy-dandy handrails an old lady had installed at some point in the last two decades. “Hold on to these. Don’t let go.”

“Faster.” She grinds backward. Searching. Needy. “Please.”

“Keep begging.” I flick the lid off the lube and squirt a liberal amount onto her ass, and because I fucking want to, I slam my finger inside and growl when she bucks with pleasure.

“Cry for me, Fox. Tell me how much I’m hurting you.

Tell me how cruel I am.” I fist my cock and squeeze until the lights in the backs of my eyes darken, and my balls prepare to empty.

But no chance. No fucking way are we ready for that.

I slide the tip of my cock over her asshole instead, collecting lube and teasing her with what’s coming. “You’ll be my greatest conquest.” I grab her pussy plug and slam it forward.

“God.” She screams, crashing her forehead to the tile wall. “Fuck, Chris.”

“You don’t get to tell me to stop.” I nudge inside her, before pulling back, squeezing more lube onto my cock, and reclaiming what I took. “You’re extra tight because of the plug.”

“Too tight.” Panting, she rolls her forehead on the wall. “Too much.”

“Too bad for you, you don’t get to decide.” I re-situate her weakening hands on the rails. “Grab on. I don’t wanna toss you around and break a bone.”

“Chris—”

“Swallow me down, beautiful.” I steal more of her ass and fight the urge to blow already. “Take my cock. Then I’ll take your cunt. I’m gonna have your mouth, too, and you’ll know no one will ever compare again. ”

“Oh, God?—”

“Not God. Chris. You’ll pray in the kingdom of Christian Watkins from now on.

And every time you open that smart mouth to fuck with me, know that I’ll fill it again and make you eat my seed.

” I can’t go slow. Fuck, I can’t pace myself, so I push in a little more and fight with the solid plug taking up so much space.

Hard rubber isn’t like a cock. It’s not as malleable, which means she crushes me half to death and whimpers at the tight fit. “You did good prepping for me.”

“It’s too much,” she moans. “It hurts.”

“You’ve wanted me for so long. Arguing with me was your foreplay.”

“Chris! It hurts.”

“Good.” I slam forward and seat myself all the way to the base, and when she screams, I grab her neck and twist until her spine crackles and the tears in her eyes turn me on.

Finally, I take her lips with mine and suck her all the way into my soul.

“So perfect.” I bite her bottom lip and inhale her cry of pain. “Now you’re mine. I’m never gonna stop, and you’ll always know who you belong to.”

She chokes on her hitching breath, squeezing the railing until her knuckles turn white and her biceps bulge. Then she frees herself and turns to the wall, bending at the hips and presenting herself for more. “Please.”

“Hungry, hungry little cunt.” I grab her hips and drag her back to sit on my cock, then I push her forward and follow until her cry echoes from wall to wall. “I wish there was more of me. Fuck, I wish I could fill all of you, all at the same time.”

“Chris—”

“Say my name, over and over and over again. Tell me how good I am.”

“So good.” She drops her head and whines. “So thick.”

“I want to brand you all over.” I don’t bother with careful anymore— did I ever ? Instead, I ride her like a stallion rides a broodmare. I grip her hips, bruising her flesh, and when the pressure builds between us, I pop the plug free of her pussy and thrill in the way she squirts all over my feet.

Then I put it back in place and keep going.

“You’re so perfect.” I fold over her back and bite her shoulder blades.

Her spine. I mark her skin and know, if she swims in a bikini in the next six weeks, anyone within a hundred yards of her will see my claim.

And I won’t even be sorry for it. “I want you to beg me to fuck you until you’ve got nothing left.

” I still my hips and grin when her fiery eyes come around to burn me.

Then I slam forward again and take more.

“I want you to beg me to stop. I want you to think of me while you sleep, and then I want you to touch yourself until the ache goes away.”

“Oh God,” she groans. “Chris?—”

“Better yet, I want you to climb out of your bed and get into mine. In the middle of the night, I want you to sit on my cock and wake me up that way.

She moans, animalistic and desperate.

“I can’t get enough of you.” It feels like I have lava for blood.

Poison for cum, just begging to fill her.

“You’re a wonderland, and I’m overwhelmed by all I can explore.

I’m tempted to rush from this to the next.

” But I pace myself, gliding out of her hungry asshole and back in again until there’s nowhere left to go.

“But I won’t rush. I’m gonna make this last and prove you won’t grow bored with me. ”

She reaches between her legs and twists the plug, the solid rubber turning against the side of my cock.

“Then I’ll fuck your sweet cunt, too. I’m gonna brand every hole, so next time you lay with a man, he’ll know I was here and that he’ll never measure up.” I bring my arm back and slap her ass. Then, reaching around, I smack her pussy, too.

She creams all over the plug, her delicious juices escaping around the intrusion and down to soak her thighs.

“Dammit, Fox. You’re perfect.” I twist the plug and push it as deep as she can take it, and rocking my hips back, I charge forward and fill her again. “Does it hurt?”

She heaves for air. “Yes.”

“Good.” I smack her again and hold my breath, so I don’t come too soon. She’s a siren luring me out to sea. A seductress intent on destroying me. But I can’t think of a better way to die. “I’m so fucking hungry for you.”

She throws her head backward, arching her spine and crying toward the ceiling. And because I want her so fucking much, I grab her throat and fold her back, until her ass crushes my cock and her air garbles to a stop.

I hold her captive, crushing her larynx and dragging my tongue along the side of her neck.

“You won’t ever think down on me again, Fox Tatum.

Your knees will forever tremble, begging you to get on them, which is where you need to be to please me.

” I swap her throat for her hair, fisting it and tilting her head around, and taking her tongue with mine, I walk my free hand down and torment her clit.

“Argh!” She explodes, crying out and popping her plug free, drenching our feet with her release. I swallow her cries and her tongue, and when her legs give out, I hold her up and contort her succulent body to my whims.

I flip the shower back on—freezing cold at first, then stifling hot—and finding the exact right temperature, I let her breathe again while I pull out of her ass and peel my condom off.

I toss it to the tile floor and grab another from the box.

“Jesus.” She clings to the handrails. “Chris…”

“I’m absolutely not done with you.” I set the condom between my teeth and bend to grab the plug, and giving it a quick clean under the shower, I jerk her around again with my hand in her hair, nibbling on her bottom lip and tasting the salt of her tears on her tongue. “Bend over for me.”

“What?”