Page 53 of Pawn

Pulling her body closer, her waxy ass presses against me while I keep plowing into her. The candle on the table, I reach for her tits, bouncing in my hold with every thrust.

“You feel so fucking good, Jo,” I growl in her ear. “I fucking love you on my cock. I fucking love you.”

It’s been like this since Montreal. Needier than before. Deeper than ever. Like saying those words unlock complete utter nirvana. Like if we stop, so will the whole world and I’ll be damned if I never have this moment again.

I want it forever.

“Oh my god!” she cries and I know she’s almost there so I don’t stop. With a hand coming to her clit I rub it in quick circles, her breaths getting heavier, her pants harder. She’s pressing her ass back into me and it’s driving me to the edge, my abs tightening when she screams my name again. “Fuck, yes, King! There!”

Hearing her scream my name, that name, makes me explode inside her, her pussy clenching on my rod so good it’s like she’s squeezing out every drop.

The way she writhes and squirms on my cock makes me start again. Punishing her for scaring me. Punishing her for thinking she’s out of my life again. Her legs shake when she cries out, reaching another orgasm, my cum dripping down her legs.

“Say it,” I’m holding her limp body in place while she murmurs and pants. “I’ll do what you want. Just say it.”

I know she’s exhausted but I’m about to pump another load and I want it to be perfect.

She moans, “I fucking love you.”

Pulling on her hair, I pull her ear to my lips so she can hear it loud and clear. “I love you, Jo. Remember that when you’re thinking about this moment. When you’re thinking about my cock deep in your sweet—fuuck.” I explode again and she screams, our moans echoing through the office and if anyone was inside this place they’d think we were monsters.

If we are, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Jo on my chest, the smoke disappears into the air under the chandelier.

The smell of our sex mixes with the heavy stench of whatever dank bud Isaac left behind. Combined with her intoxicatingly sweet smell, my dad’s presence in the room is nonexistent.

Her hair splayed across my skin, I can feel every breath, her chest moving with mine. We’re in unison like we were moments ago. Her ass on that desk, on that chair, against the fireplace. The office around us sits in a post-sex mess. Just like us.

Jo takes the joint and I watch as she wraps her lips around the filter. The way she takes a pull looks so effortless. No chokes. No coughs. Kinda like how she takes my cock.

“Did you have sex with Lea?” she asks on her exhale, smoke escaping her lips with her words.

“Never.” Grimacing, I grab the joint back, trying to get the idea out of my mind even though I know everyone thinks it. We made it that way.

“Really? Never?” She leans up on her elbow, hair falling over her shoulder. It’s hard to pull my gaze away from those eyes but I do, following the shape of her small curves. “You kiss her?”

“Your claws are showing.”

She takes the joint back, her eyes narrowing before she scoffs, “I’m not jealous. I’m curious.”

“Thought you understood,” I say, watching her take an extra-long drag. “I covered for her and Allie for three years.”

“I’m supposed to believe you did this act for Lea, of all people, completely selfless?”

“You calling me selfish, Rowland?”

“You’re trying to tell me you’re not?”

Taking the joint from her lips, I climb on top of her, pinning her wrists. “You looking for another punishment?”

She bites her lip before her head falls to the side. But the way she pushes her hips against my hardening cock tells me she’s fighting it. I thought we were through with this.

“Lea and I never did anything and the fact that you’d suggest that makes me sick,” I growl. “My dad wanted me to marry into the Huang family. They’re rich and powerful and with Lea’s dad a shoo-in for that mayor position, it worked in his favour.”

“So you were both keeping up appearances?”

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