Page 50 of Havoc

I sit up just enough to hook my hands under her arms and pull her over me. “That’s not how this works.”

In the light of morning, she’s stunning.

Perfect.

Messy from me fucking her and glowing with pleasure. Her dark eyeliner is smudged, and her hair is as wild as her eyes.

Over the course of the night, we slowly stripped down to nothing as I fucked her against the wall. On the side table. In the shower. Until we finally found our way into the bed.

I did my best to mark my entire room with this girl, just like she’s done to my soul, because if she leaves, I need every reminder of her there is.

Aimee lifts, planting herself on my cock but not thrusting me inside her. She slides her wet pussy over me as she rocks her hips. Each time I’m about to slide into paradise, she pulls back, teasing me. Her nails dig into my chest.

I want her to claw and fight and mark me.

Her hips roll again as she rakes at my chest. The position of her arms shoves her tits together. They’re absolutely perfect. Fitting in my hands. Her nipples peak as I tug and tease them.

She feels so good. But if she thinks she’ll win this game, she’s wrong. I’m a patient man. I’ve held out for longer than I thought possible when it comes to this girl.

Although, if anyone has the power to break me, it is Aimee Landry. Cut from the stars themselves.

“You’re going to lose this battle.” I pluck her nipples, and she shivers, sliding her slick cunt over my length.

“Are you sure about that, Levi?” When she moves up, I notch inside her.

So close to heaven, yet she stops just shy of allowing me to bury myself in her body.

“If you don’t sit on my cock, I’m going to shove it down your throat.” I grab her hips, pausing her movements. “Your choice, firecracker.”

Aimee’s eyes light up, and I realize how cold they’ve been every other time I’ve looked into them lately. Because as she lifts, watching me with a hooded gaze, the fire burning inside her sears through my chest.

Her delicate fingers grip my length, holding my stiff cock between us, and I don’t hold back as I shove her down on me.

“Levi.” Her nails dig into my chest.

She rakes a bloody path where she’s been clawing at me all night.

I’m not gentle with her, but it’s only because she’s not gentle either. Aimee doesn’t touch me and kiss me like she wants to make love. She wants me to swallow her whole, and I happily oblige.

“Take what you need.” My fingers drag up her perfect body until I’m cupping her tits. “Use my cock to make yourself come.”

I flick her nipples, and she shivers.

Aimee leans back so she’s grabbing my thighs now, giving me full access to her chest while she rides my cock. Her hips swivel, and she tilts her head back. A goddess in the flesh.

Dragging my hands down, I skip over the scar she still hasn’t explained, tracing the tattoo she revealed to me last night.

An hourglass.

Proof it isn’t all in my head.

This isn’t a dream.

I circle it, moving down again until I find her glistening clit. With the first circle, she starts to shatter.

Her cunt wraps my cock with every roll of her hips. Tighter, until I’m barely able to breathe to stop from filling her with my cum. It takes every bit of restraint I have with this girl not to completely unleash myself. I’m possessed by her.

Obsessed with her.