Page 122 of The Pact

“Who’s the fox now?” Thea taunts, cocking a dark brow.

I don’t bother with a comeback. My feet are pushing me towards her. It takes her a moment, but she’s running again. This time, she’s not quick enough. Thea’s ignited a fire under me that won’t be put out easily.

Closing in on her, I reach out and wrap my fingers around her bicep, pulling her back so that she loses her balance. I throw her into a nearby tree trunk, pressing my body against hers. Tracing my hands over her torso, I stop when I get to the hem of her sports bra.

Hooking my fingers beneath the band, I pull it up and over her head, freeing her beautiful tits. My hands cup them as I run my thumbs over her peaked nipples. They’re the prettiest shade of pink, nearly matching her full lips.

When I meet her gaze, I notice Thea’s pupils are blown with desire.

“You think you’re sly, huh?” I crush my mouth to hers, needing to feel her hot, wet tongue on mine. Pulling away, I remind her, “You only got away in the first place because I let you. That won’t happen again. You’re mine and I won’t let you get too far again.”

I’m not sure what I expect from her in response. It certainly isn’t what she says next as she stares at me with all the conviction in the world.

“I’m yours, Wes. Always. And you’re mine. Always.”

Fuck, her words do something strange to me. I’ve let her in more than I’ve let anyone else in a long time, but there was still a thin barrier up. Thea brought it crashing down with that declaration.

My chest aches at what this means for me…for her. You can’t be falling for her, I argue with myself. Although, there isn’t any other explanation for the irrational anxiety at the thought of not having her near me, the savage need to keep her safe, or the intense hunger inside that can only be satisfied by her.

My throbbing cock pulls my attention from the thoughts in my head. Thea’s still looking at me, probably reading all the emotions on my face.

My jaw clenches as I struggle to keep my face neutral. Her shoulders fall a little and the tiniest frown pulls her lips down. She’s disappointed. In me? That I’m holding back? That ache in my chest comes back full force.

It’s too late, I can’t fix it.

Thea drops to her knees in front of me, tugging my shorts down. My dick springs free and the concern over disappointing her flees because the look on her face when she sees it is too distracting.

Her jaw goes slack and her blue eyes slowly lift to mine in astonishment. I know she’s wondering if it’ll fit. I’m wondering which hole she’s concerned about.

Before I can reassure her that it won’t be an issue, she makes her move. Thea grabs the base of my cock as she guides it to her lips. Christ. I’ve fantasized about this since the day I met her. I’ve imagined sliding myself between those full lips, across her tongue, and into the back of her throat. Reality is so much better than any of that.

She pushes me into her warm mouth, slowly. I let her get used to me as I stretch her wide. Fuck, staring down at her, trying so hard to take all of me is too much. My fingers dig into the bark of the tree behind her as I hold back from what I want to do.

Thea’s mouth moves over me, her saliva coating my cock and gathering at the edges of her lips. “You’re doing so good, blue eyes.” She moans around me, the vibration of it makes me push my hips towards her. She gags as I go too deep, but damn, it feels too good not to do.

I almost expect her to give up as her eyes water—she doesn’t. Thea moves over me faster.

It’s too much. I can’t hold back anymore. My hand grips the base of her ponytail and I set the pace. Faster. Looking down at her, I see panic knit her brows as I face fuck her mercilessly. She grabs onto the back of my thighs, clawing into me with those sharp nails.

Tears spill down Thea’s cheeks, making her mascara run, although I know better than to stop. She’ll tell me if she’s had enough. I push deeper into her throat, testing her out. She gags around me. It only makes my cock swell more, if that’s possible.

Pulling out of her mouth abruptly, I admire the drool and inky tears mixing as they drip down her chin. She’s a fucking mess. My beautiful mess. I smile at her and she offers me one back.

Guiding her by her ponytail, I force her to crawl across the ground, to a spot that’s relatively flat and clear, before pushing her legs open with my foot. I kneel behind her, running my hands over the lacy edges of her panties.

Damn shame, I think as I tear the material, making Thea gasp.

“Hey, I just got those,” she huffs as she glares over her shoulder.

I hold up the torn scraps of material and toss it to the side. “I’ll buy you ten new pairs for every pair you let me tear off of you. Deal?”

Her eyes shift as if she’s considering it. “Fine,” she grumbles. She likes this as much as I do, so it’s a win-win for her.

My hands smooth over her cheeks, pulling them apart. I need to see every inch of Thea. One day, I’ll fuck that tight ass of hers, but today I only want her pussy.

I’ve been replaying that night in the theater room over in my head, remembering how she tasted. I need her in my mouth again.

Lowering myself, I spread her lips and flatten my tongue over her. Just how I remembered. I alternate between licking and sucking her clit.

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