Page 107 of The Ones We Fight For

"I won’t break. Don't you dare be gentle.” She dug her short nails into his back, further proof of how serious she was.

Positioning himself at her entrance, Walker gripped himself and slid his head over her wet folds until Talia was panting again, her body keyed up and ready to be taken roughly. The rapturous sounds she made encouraged him to go faster, but he waited. He wanted her to beg for it. He knew that when she did, the whine in her voice would make him that much more turned on.

Talia let out a frustrated cry, raked her fingers down his back, and grabbed at his hips, pulling as if she could force him to sink into her.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Walker chastised, his voice coming out like sandpaper. “You’re not being very compliant, sweetheart. I want you to beg.”

“If you aren’t inside me in the next ten seconds, I’m going to lose it.” Talia shifted underneath him, her hips jerking upward, a demand for him to enter.

“I’m going to torture you for those ten seconds,” Walker decided, a devilish smile curling his lips. Somehow, he was able to withstand her a little longer while he shoved his swelled tip against her clit. “Be a good girl and tell me you want this.”

“I want this,” Talia whimpered, rocking her body toward him with each glide.

Finally Walker’s sense of resolve shattered, and he could no longer find the strength to keep up the game. He jerked forward, pushing his cock halfway in. Talia’s breathing faltered for a moment as he let her adjust to the feel of him. The warmth of her tight walls encircling him already made him want to release.

“More?” Walker croaked.

“All of you,” Talia begged. “Please.”

The plea had barely left her mouth before Walker lurched forward, hips grinding down against hers as he filled her completely. His eyes rolled into the back of his head with the onslaught of pleasure. He trained his sights back on Talia’s face a moment later when he had gained a minuscule amount of control.

“You feel amazing,” Walker said, pulling out a little and pushing back he was fully seated inside her. “So perfect for me. So tight.”

“Walker,” Talia cried out, moving with him. “Feels s’good.”

“I love you.” He stifled a moan. “So damn much.”

“I love you, too.” Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, her teeth indenting her bottom lip. Beautiful.

Walker increased his pace, thrusting with even more fervor. Balancing on his tattooed forearm, he tangled one hand in her hair, his other hand massaging one of her full breasts as they found a steady rhythm. He pounded into her with such a force that her body rocked with each thrust, the wooden headboard smacking against the wall in a series of dull thuds. They absorbed each other's sounds with their mouths, Talia’s moans of ecstasy shooting directly into his soul as he bottomed out each time.

A few rounds of frenzied thrusting and desperate clashing of tongues later, Walker felt Talia strain to reach under where they were joined. She pulled back when she couldn’t quite make it there.

“Roll over,” she ordered, shoving his chest hard and flipping him onto his back. Walker blinked in surprise and slight disappointment when they disconnected. That was, until she climbed on top, straddling him with her legs and hovering over him for only a second before she sank onto his cock.

Walker frantically grabbed her hips to hold on as she lifted off of him then dropped down to sheath him, over and over and over again. Her eyes closed, Talia threw her head back and felt around behind her to cup his balls with a firm, groping touch.

“Holy shit,” Walker panted.

The coiling pressure in his lower abdomen crescendoed as he soared closer to the finish line. He shoved his thumb above where they were joined, finding her clit, and stroked it harshly. Her rhythmic riding became more erratic.

“Don’t stop,” Walker grunted as Talia tightened around him and took him as deep as he could go. “I’m so close, Tal.”

“Right there.” Talia sucked in a breath and released his balls to lace her fingers in the hand he had clutching at her chest. With her guidance, he placed his hand at the base of her throat. “Make it so I can’t breathe, Mr. Hartrick,” she demanded.

Mr. Hartrick.

“Fuck. I’ll do whatever you want if you keep calling me that.” He gripped her throat harder. “You want to wear my hand as a choker, sweetheart?” She nodded and pressed his fingers more solidly into the delicate flesh on her neck. “Tap my chest if it’s too much, okay?”

The sated smile and moan that Walker could feel vibrating against his palm were answer enough. He tightened his hand again, and Talia gasped, her eyes rolling back into her head. Her hand returned to massage his balls a second later, and a new, hurried pace started.

The sounds in the room were obscene. Skin slapped together. The rhythmic boom of the bed smacking the drywall echoed. Strangled sobs of gratification rang out. Walker had only lasted so long because he was desperate for Talia to jump off the ledge with him.

The second he felt her walls clench around him and her body start to shake under the chokehold he had around her neck, his release cascaded through him with a rushing flurry of satisfaction. His muscles were so taut with tension that when he finally poured into her, it felt like a thousand-pound weight that had been crushing his chest for years had finally been removed.

After laying on top of him for who knows how long, the both of them struggling to recover, Talia flopped onto the pillows beside Walker with a breathy giggle that said everything he couldn’t even begin to say. Walker heaved air into his chest, finally finding his voice as he turned onto his side with a lazy smile.

“I knew you weren’t vanilla.”

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