Page 125 of Trapped With You

Her madness and darkness mirrored mine.

She was my match made in heaven and hell.

“Good girl,” I praised, moving faster and harder, revelling in the glugging noises coming from this overdue face-fucking.“You look so perfect on your knees, redeeming yourself by taking every inch of my cock like a properly trained slut.”

Her response came in the form of another muffled moan. I knew what that moan meant. She wanted more. So much more.

Unable to deny this girl, I kept dirty-talking, mixing praise and degrade with every sentence, driving her crazier with each drive of my hips.

“Nasty girl, you’re getting wetter with each thrust, hm? I bet you’d like nothing more than for me to bend you over and give you a few rounds of rough sex. We all know how much you loved it when I fucked you like I hated your guts.”

“Keep the black card, baby. Use it. Drain me of every cent. I won’t mind. So long as you repay me by keeping your thighs wide open so I can do all sorts of dirty things to this tight cheerleader pussy of yours.”

“I can’t breathe without you, Ella. My princess, my goddess, my religion. I would die for you, kill for you, live the rest of my life worshipping you.”

It had been so long since I had this—her—and I wouldn’t last long. I felt my orgasm hurtling forward, screwing my eyes shut. “Fuck, I’m coming, baby.”

Pulling out wasn’t an option. Ella liked to swallow, and that’s exactly what she did moments later when I shot down her throat. Holding on to my hips and sucking every pulse of cum like a sexual deviant. Grazing her teeth along my cock when I pulled out of her mouth.

I was overwhelmed by the powerful release, a culmination of missing her for months and my fist being unable to do the job right. Panting, I framed her face and wiped her tears, completely speechless and spellbound by her.

Oh, sweetheart. My mind can never do your memory justice. You’re even prettier up close, in the flesh. Sweet and controlled on the surface, but thrumming with fire underneaththat steely armour. And it’s incredible that I’m the only man to have the privilege of experiencing you this way.

Finding my voice, I ground out, “Are you okay? Was I too rough?”

“I’m okay.” She held my wrists and took turns kissing each palm. “That was perfect.”

I opened my mouth to agree, but the mind-numbing orgasm dulled my senses momentarily. Ella stood up after grabbing an extra lollipop from my leather jacket’s pocket. She unwrapped it, stuck it into her mouth, and threw her arms around my neck. “Hi.”

The feel of her naked chest against mine sent a row of shivers down my spine. I banded my arms around her waist, holding her tighter to me, vowing to never let her go. I may truly die if she walked away from me again. “Hi, baby.”

“Did I behave,querido?”

“Barely.” Once a heathen, always a heathen.

I yanked the lollipop out of her mouth. She giggled before I cupped her nape and drew her lips to mine, sucking and nipping them while that girlish, bell-like laugh chimed in my ears. It sounded likehome.

She had a languid look when I finished smothering her with my love. For now. “You’ve really missed me, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

Ella’s face softened and she brushed gentle pecks on either side of my cheeks.

My heart beat rapidly.

She’s kissing my dimples and everything in the world feels right again.

“I meant it when I said I missed you, too.” She stole the lollipop and popped it back in her mouth, arching her brow playfully. “And I also miss the way you make me come.”

“Of course, you do, Ella.” I lifted her into my arms and strodeto the single bed, depositing her on it. “Because nobody knows you like me.”

“Nobody, Cade.”

The reassurance patched up another wound in my heart.

She immediately raised herself on her elbows and split her thighs wide in invitation.

Ella Ximena Cordova was the most beautiful thing in my universe, hand-crafted by the heavens, and spread before me like an offering at a feast for a greedy deity.