Page 39 of Rogue Mission

“Well… since you put itthatway…”

She’schoosing me.

With my body strung tight, I guide her up, slowly. Her knees press to either side of me, the heat of her core hovering over where I’m violently hard and waiting.

“Easy,” I whisper. “Let me take the weight.”

She nods. Trusts me. Even now—maybeespeciallynow after what’s happened since we met.

I lower her onto me one inch at a time. Her eyes flutter. Her breath catches, feathering between us. Every muscle in my body bands tight with restraint as I sink her down, slow, controlled, deep.

“I’ve got you,” I murmur. We’ve got all the time we need to take this slow so my taking my size isn’t painful.

Whatever, if anything else was going to be said, it’s swallowed when I take her mouth in a searing kiss as I pull her down, sliding her tight grip down inch by inch.

God. Bless.Fucking. Tight.

My pulse is already borderline deadly, and she’s not even halfway down my length.

How the fuck am I supposed to survive this?

“Oh… Justice…”

Her voice slips out soft and wrecked, and something inside me snaps. I grip her hips, bounce her up just a little, then ease her back down.

As she breathes through the stretch, my fingers drift between us, circling where she’s wrapped tight around me, slick and perfect.

Stars blink at the edges of my vision.

I knew her curves were five-alarm hot—I didn’t know she’ddestroymy cock with her grip.

A wave of heat rips through my core. I lock my abs. Grind my molars together.Hold the fucking line.

Too close.I’ll die holding back so I don’t blow it before she comes.

A curse coils in my throat but never makes it out. I can’t speak. I can barely breathe.

Jesus.

This woman is a problem.

This isn’t just sex. This isn’t just heat. This already feels like addiction. Especially when she rocks tentatively against me, her core tightening even more.

“You keep moving like that, you’re gonna need a two-by-four to keep me the fuck off of you.”

“Is that right?” she asks in a teasing voice, blushing wildly as a shiver makes her tits sway, delicate and fucking devastating.

“Maybe…I don’t want to keep you off of me,” she says, shifting her hips again.

On instinct my glutes contract and I press upward. Driving me deeper.

“Do that again,” she breathes. “Please.”

My cock twitches at the sound of her begging.

“You like that, honey?” I draw her up an inch, then sink her back down, slow and deep. “Let’s give you a little more dick. Stretch you even more.”

But first—I need something.