Page 62 of No Mistakes

She gasps, trying to breathe. “Say what-?”

“Say you fucking missed this.”

She tries to push herself up, but I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back, pressing my other hand to her throat, not enough to choke her, but firm enough to let her know I could.

Her eyes widen, her throat pulsing around my hand.

God, she looks so fucking good like this.

“I’ve missed it,” she rasps. “Fucking hell-Axel-I havereallymissed it.”

“That’s more like it.” I drive deeper, angling my hips until I find the spot that makes her sob. “You think you can run from me? You think I won’t follow you to the ends of the fucking earth for this?”

Her thighs tremble around me, her nails digging into my forearms. I press down harder on her throat, and her lips fall open. She’s fucking close. I can feel it in the way her body clenches around me, every thrust making her unravel just a little more.

“I hate you,” she whispers. But her voice shakes. Her walls crumbling as I fuck her.

“Then why are you dripping down my cock, Buttercup?” I sneer, shoving her knees up until they’re near her chest so I can get even deeper.

“Shutup,” she gasps, fighting a losing battle.

I reach down and stroke between her legs while I fuck her, circling her clit in time with each thrust until her breath starts to stutter.

My other hand tightens around her throat, just enough to drop her straight over the edge. Her body snaps, thighs locking around my hand, eyes rolling back as she shatters with a strangled moan.

I don’t stop, not wanting this moment to end. I fuck her through it, removing my hand from her throat to grab her wrist, flipping her over onto her knees before she can catch her breath.

“I’m not done with you, yet,” I growl, dragging her hips back, bending over her like a curse.

She throws a hand back to push me away, but I grab it before she has the chance, pinning it behind her back.

“Too much?” I whisper, dragging the tip of my tongue along her ear. She whimpers, and the sound alone is enough to make me cum, but I hold it.

“Then say stop.”

She doesn’t respond.

I slide back in, slower this time but deeper, harder, more deliberate. Her back arches, her ass slapping against my hips with each brutal thrust. The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin, of moans she can’t control and grunts I can’t hold back.

She reaches up for the headboard, and I grab a fistful of her hair again, yanking her back until her throat is exposed to me.

“Fucking mine,” I breathe against her neck. “Say it.”

She shakes her head, and I smile as I slam into her. Her scream is hoarse, but I don’t slow down. “Say it.”

“Yours,” she gasps, voice breaking. “I’m yours.”

“Then cum for me.Loud. I want the whole fucking motel to hear you.”

She does as she’s told, breaking apart with a scream of my name while her back arches.

“Fuck, Eva.” I moan as I release inside of her, not able to hold it any longer. “You’re such a good fucking girl.”

I pull her ass hard against me, feeling my cock twitch as I finish.

I stay buried inside of her, one arm wrapped around her waist. One hand still threaded in her hair.

We don’t say anything while we both catch our breath.