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CHAPTER TWENTY

AMELIA

“ F uck, you smell amazing,” Elliot whispers, crowding up behind me on my front stoop as I attempt to unlock the door of my house.

He grips my hips, grinding his already hard cock into me from behind and running his nose up the column of neck.

When he bites my earlobe and then sucks it into his mouth, I gasp, missing the lock entirely.

He lets out a low chuckle, tightening his hold on my hips and kissing my neck. “Unlock the door, Mystery Girl, unless you want your neighbors to get a show. It’s been two days since I’ve been inside you, and that’s forty-eight hours too long.”

“I thought we were working first. Remember? Major discovery?” I hiss as his cold hands dip inside my jacket and push under my sweater, gliding over my ribs.

When his fingers ghost over my nipples, I drop my keys, tipping my head back against his shoulder as they hit the concrete stoop with a jingle.

“Shit,” I gasp.

He chuckles, bending down to pick up the keys and reaching around me to unlock the door himself.

“I changed my mind. First, I’m going to strip you down and fill every inch of your needy cunt.

I want you pulling my hair and screaming my name, and so full of me you never forget that you’re mine.

Because you are, Amelia. All. Fucking. Mine. ”

He punctuates each word with a hot, wet kiss to my neck, and I’m so turned on I’m shocked I’m not actually on fire despite the frigid February temperatures.

I twist the handle and push the door open, and he walks us into the house, kicking the door shut behind us.

He spins me around, shoving my jacket off my shoulders and sealing his mouth over mine as we stumble blindly from the entryway into my living room.

It’s a wild kiss full of clashing tongues and clanking teeth and ragged breaths and absolute and utter possession.

When his hands drift to the waistband of my leggings, I break the kiss and shove him away, taking a step back and looking at him with a smirk. “Strip.”

Elliot raises an eyebrow at me. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I’m changing the plan. You’re not the only one with some possessing to do. Strip, El. Show me what’s mine.”

Elliot’s eyes darken, his lips turning up in a feral grin as he shrugs off his jacket, letting it pool on the floor, and then he unbuttons the first two buttons on his shirt before reaching behind him and tugging the whole thing over his head, taking the T-shirt he’s wearing underneath with it in the hottest move of all time.

Eyes locked on mine, he unbuckles his belt and pops the button on his jeans, the sound of the zipper as he inches it down reverberating around the living room.

When he sinks his teeth into his lower lip and runs a hand over the most perfect chest and abs I’ve ever seen, it’s a wonder I don’t burst into flames.

And when he pushes down his jeans and boxers, thick, hard cock springing up to slap his abs, I wonder if there has ever, in the history of ever, been a more gorgeous specimen of man.

I want my hands on every damn inch of him.

He puts his hands on his hips, spreading his legs slightly, smirking at me. “What happens now Mystery Girl?”

I take two slow steps forward, splaying my hand over his chest and pushing until he’s against the wall. Then, with my hands on his hips, I spin us until it’s my back against the wall and drop to my knees, eyes never leaving his.

“ Fuck .” His voice is low and raspy and full of so much need, it has a curl of lust snaking through me.

“You want to know what happens now, El? Now, you stand there and feed me your cock until I choke on it. And then you do it again and again until it’s you who’s screaming my name.”

I pull my sweatshirt over my head then reach around and unclasp my bra, letting it slide off my arms, loving the flash of heat in his eyes.

The bob of his throat as he swallows roughly.

The heady rush of freedom. Of power. Of knowing I’m safe with him to be exactly who I am.

Do exactly what I want. “And when you can’t take it anymore, when you’re so desperate to come you’ll die if you don’t, I’m going to use my hand on you until you paint my tits with your cum. ”

“Holy fucking shit,” Elliot mutters, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stares at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. And maybe he is. I feel like I might be seeing me for the first time too. The real me. I like her quite a lot, it turns out.

I lean forward, licking a hot stripe up the underside of his cock, trailing my tongue over his head and then sliding it into his slit.

He sucks in a breath, his fingers threading into my hair, and when I look up, wrapping my lips around him and sucking hard, he lets out a string of curses, his hips rocking forward, pushing his cock deeper.

I pop off, using my hand to stroke him, long and slow.

“You can do better than that, El. I want you to wreck my throat with your gorgeous cock.”

“Fuck, Amelia. You are goddamn spectacular. Open that perfect mouth, baby. Show me how pretty you look with my cock in your throat. Tap my thigh if you want me to stop, okay?”

I nod, and when I open my mouth, Elliot doesn’t waste any time.

Wrapping my hair around his fist, he grips the base of his cock and flexes his hips, slowly sliding into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.

When I gag around him, he lets out a strangled moan and pulls out, pushing back in in one single thrust, and then again, testing to see how much of him I can take.

Sliding my hands around, I grip his ass, urging him forward, and the smile he flashes me is downright filthy as he rocks his hips, over and over again, thrusting in and out of my mouth in smooth, steady strokes.

“You look beautiful with your mouth full of my cock,” Elliot grits out, snapping his hips, hitting the back of my throat again and holding himself there, gripping my hair tighter as I struggle against the instinct to push him away.

I relish it. He strokes his free hand down my cheek, wiping away the tears streaming from my eyes, and with a single finger, he traces my lips stretched wide around him.

My clit throbs at the twin feelings of being used and cherished all at once. “You look like mine.”

Elliot’s words have my heart pounding, and I grip his ass tighter, swallowing around the head of his cock. “Oh, my god,” he whimpers, and holy fuck. This big, strong, gorgeous man literally whimpers for me, and I rub my thighs together, arousal cascading through me like a tidal wave.

“Nothing has ever been this good,” he rasps, his hips never letting up, driving his cock deeper into my throat.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about you on your knees for me.

Fantasized about it. Fucking dreamed about it for months and nothing, fucking nothing, comes anywhere close to reality.

You are better than my wildest dreams, Amelia. ”

Undone and so turned on I could come entirely untouched, I keep one hand on Elliot’s hip and slide my other hand between his legs, cupping his balls.

He puffs out a heavy breath, and when I slide a finger back to stroke the sensitive skin behind his sac and suck hard, he slams a hand against the wall and moans.

“Gonna come,” he says breathlessly, his dick swelling in my mouth and his balls contracting. Popping off his cock, I wrap a hand around him and pump, rolling his balls in my other hand as his legs start to shake and his knees lock tight.

“Motherfucker,” he growls, yanking my hair taut so my head snaps back and my eyes clash with his.

He thrusts into my hand as his orgasm tears through him, hot cum spilling from his cock and painting my tits, my stomach, my neck, as I stroke him through it.

The look in his eyes is feral, the noises he makes utterly obscene.

When he’s finally finished coming, he drops to his knees, slamming his mouth to mine and kissing me deeply. He wraps his arms around my waist and takes us both to the floor, covering my body with his and making a mess of both of us.

“You look gorgeous covered in my cum,” he murmurs, trailing his lips over my jaw and down my neck. When his eyes meet mine, his pupils are blown wide, lust swimming in the dark orbs.

With our gazes locked, Elliot laps at my breasts, unbothered by the fact that my entire torso is covered in his release, and it's inferno levels of hot.

He moves down my body, licking up his cum as he goes.

Curling his fingers in the waistband of my leggings, he tears them off me and dips his head, shoving my legs further apart and spearing his tongue into me, his thumb coming down to circle my clit as I cry out, bucking my hips up against his face.

Elliot never stops and he never slows. He eats me like he’s been starving for days, and I moan up at the ceiling, gripping his hair as if it’s my last tether to this earth.

And I think it might be. Because when he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, pushing two fingers inside me roughly and curling them against my front wall, I come so hard I practically levitate.

“Oh, my godddd,” I groan, the pleasure so intense I think I might not survive it. And then I think I really do die because before I’m finished coming, Elliot is hovering over me, pushing my knees up to my chest to open me wide and thrusting inside me in one long stroke that takes my breath away.

“Fuck!” I scream, every muscle in my body pulling taut at the intrusion, my head spinning as Elliot slides his hands under my back to grip my shoulders, grinding deep, hitting me right where I need him.

I don’t know if it’s a new orgasm or the remains of the first, but whatever it is, I never, ever want it to stop.

“You’re perfect,” he rasps, rolling his hips.

“We’re perfect. And we taste fucking amazing together.

” Elliot brings his mouth to mine in a fierce kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth to feed me our joint releases.

The taste of us together and the way he moves above me, into me, gripping my shoulders for leverage to thrust harder, grind deeper, has my second orgasm coiling in my belly, wrapping around my spine, ready to take me under.

“I’m so close,” I moan out, snaking my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, lifting my hips to meet his powerful thrusts.

We’re sticky and sweaty and the way our bodies sound slapping together should be illegal. It’s dirty and filthy and so fucking sexy I am no longer of this earth. I have never, ever felt anything like this.

“Come for me, baby. Come all over my dick. Choke it with your tight, perfect pussy and make it yours. It’s only ever going to be yours.”

Elliot angles his hips, hitting a spot deep inside me that has the pleasure snapping, my orgasm slamming into me so fast and so hard that my vision blanks out and I hear a scream that it takes a minute for me to realize is mine.

All I feel is the crashing wave of pleasure and the vibration of Elliot’s groan against my neck as he floods my pussy with his cum, his body shaking and his hips jerking and his fingers digging into my shoulders so intensely there’s no way he won’t leave marks.

I hope he does.

When the pleasure finally subsides, Elliot pulls out of me gently, rolling us so we’re on our sides, his arms wrapped around me and his lips pressed to my forehead in a kiss so tender it has tears pricking my eyes, even as my chest heaves with exertion, my heart pounds, and my body still hums with the aftershocks of an orgasm so intense I’m positive it rearranged my cells. Changed the core of me.

“Pretty girl,” he murmurs against my skin, one hand stroking my back and the other sliding down my stomach to swipe through my slit, using two fingers to gather the cum seeping out of me and gently push it back inside in an act of possession that has my heart knocking against my ribs.

“My girl.” He drops his head and takes my mouth in a long, slow kiss that feels like worship.

“Amelia.” My name on his lips, a prayer.

And when he stands and lifts me into his arms, carrying me upstairs and into my shower where he washes my hair and my body and brings our mouths together in slow, drugging kisses and whispers words soaked in emotion, I take the final fall, surrendering to us, this, everything.

And with his arms wrapped around me and the water cascading over us, I know with a certainty buried deep in my bones that there is nowhere in the world I would rather be than right here, with him.