Page 69 of Diamond In The Rough

“Micah—”

“But fuck if I can deny this.” He slips his thumb inside my ass, and groans when I shoot forward on the counter.

The edge bruises my hips. The sharp angles, drawing a hiss from the depths of my lungs. But my release flutters closer. My desperation, bringing a cry to my lips.

“I want you more than I want to live.” He edges forward, the tip of his cock sliding in and, already, stretching me until it hurts. “Hell if that’s not a dangerous position for me to be in.”

I moan when he inches inside, his cock too large not to sting. “Shit…”

“Relax.” He stops his forward motion and backs up a fraction, coating our passage with my pleasure to make it easier. “You’re all tensed up, Grá. You need to calm the fuck down.”

“It hurts.” I squeeze my eyes shut and whimper when he starts forward again. “Fuck.”

“It’s gonna feel amazing.” His breath shudders. His entire body, trembling at my back. “I was coming here to fuck you, Grá. To make you a whore and treat you as such. But here you go again, forcing me to change who I am, all to please you.” He rocks his hips, gentle, minimal movement to create that momentum. “I wanted to destroy your pussy and make you cry for me. But now I’m treating you like a virgin and hoping I don’t make you bleed.” He folds over my back, his chest against my flesh, so his all-encompassing warmth seeps into my bones.

Then he drops a kiss to my shoulder blade and unlocks something in my heart I know I’ll regret later.

I’m not supposed to catch feelings for a mobster!

That wasn’t part of my plan. It sure as shit wasn’t on my bingo card for this year.

But he’s… perfect, in the most imperfect way. He’s flawed and mean and dangerous, and, god knows, I would tell my friends to run far, far away if it were them. But my heart changes the way it beats when he’s around. My soul feels different when I look into his eyes.

“That’s better.” He presses a second kiss to the valley of my spine, moving his hips a little faster. His stroke, a little longer. “You’re relaxing.”

I rest my cheek on the counter and moan when he lengthens his stride. Sliding in and burying himself to the very base, filling me up in the most deliciously painful way.

“Micah… Shit.”

“You feel so fucking good.” He gently slides his thumb in, to the same rhythm as his cock, and walks his free hand along my back and up into my hair. He fists my locks and pulls just hard enough to arch my back. But he doesn’t hurt me. “Fuck, Grá. I’ve never fucked Heaven before.”

I push back when he pulls back, chasing his length, and sob when he slams forward again. I change the pace he sets, giving him permission to speed up. To take me harder.

“You got it now, huh? You’ve adjusted and want more.”

“I want you.” My breath shudders free of my lungs, sending spears of pleasure rolling through my stomach and down to electrify my core. “Feels so good.”

“Fuck.” He pulls my hair until my spine arches. Until my pussy tightens. He makes it impossible for me to breathe, and when I’m not sure I’ll survive, he barrels back in and fills me to bursting.

“Micah!”

He pulls back, stealing from me that fullness. He leaves me desperate for more, and breathless, my lungs clamoring for oxygen.

Then he flips me. He does it so quickly, so easily, I don’t have time to think. He slams me down, the edge of the counter biting into my backside. But then he hugs my legs and buries his lips between them.

He probes his tongue deep into my pussy and taunts me with completion. Setting my legs over his shoulders, he exposes everything I am: to him, to the world, if the world was so inclined to look.

“The condom changes how you taste.” He nips at my clit, and groans when I whimper. “It steals your sweetness.”

“Micah—”

“We’ll do this without the rubber soon.” He pulls my clit between his lips and suckles, destroying my sanity and plucking at my soul. “Soon, when there’s trust, I’ll have you without the barrier. Then I’ll keep you forever.”

My release sprints toward completion. Free-falling over the edge and soaking us both.

He drinks me up, gulping my offering, and grinning about it when I merely mewl. He twists me up and wrings me out. And when I groan, certain there’s nothing left to give, he straightens his spine and slams his cock into my throbbing pussy. He fills me to bursting and growls when my body locks down around him.

Like a vise, I grip him tight and make it hurt for us both, but he rocks his hips anyway, slicking the way and taking his pleasure.

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