Page 67 of Relinquish

I chuckle. “You’ve never looked like that.” I heard every disgusting thing he’d said to her during the police questioning, and the weight of it leaves me feeling like I’m drowning–all laughter ceases. “Babe, I’m so sorry he said those things to you.” I cringe. Have I ever said something that made her feel like that? “If I ever made you feel repulsed, I apologize.”

“You don’t. You haven’t.” She straightens her back. “There’s a difference between what you say and what he said. I know you’d never physically hurt me or do anything that makes me uncomfortable. You turn me on when you talk dirty, so don’t ever stop that.”

“Promise me that if I ever say anything that reminds you of him, you’ll tell me, and I’ll stop.”

“You won’t ever say anything that reminds me of him.”

I grab her hand and kiss her wrists where the rope caused abrasions that will take days, if not a week, to heal. “We need a safe word. One that you can say, and I’ll immediately stop.”

“Stop?”

“What about when you say, ‘Don’t stop?’”

“Shit.” She giggles and rubs her sex into my crotch. “We can’t have that.”

“So, we have to pick something else. Something you never say during sex.” My cock swells in appreciation of her movements. I want to make love to her. I need to cherish and show her how much I love her.

“I guess that leaves out, ‘Oh God,’ ‘Holy hell,’ ‘Sweet Jesus,’ ‘Fuck,’ ‘Your cock is so hard and huge,’ and ‘Fuck me harder.’”

“Yes, babe, it does.” I smash my mouth over hers and dive between her lips. Her affinity for dirty talk has my balls aching. Pairing that with the fear of losing her, and I’m on edge.

Her tongue shoves past my lips, and she swivels on my lap until her pussy is grinding on my dick. I break our connection. “Fuck. I’m supposed to go slow and careful here. And we haven’t come up with a safe word.”

“Fuck slow and soft.” Her eyes glow with heat. “I want your cock deep inside me and your balls slapping against my ass. I need you to wipe out every memory of that nasty pervert.” She jumps up and rips down her leggings.

“That I can do.” I can’t stop staring at her as she disrobes. Beautiful. “What’s the word?”

“Control.”

One side of my mouth raises. “Perfect. I have none of it when you’re around.”

She pushes me backward until I’m lying prone on her bed. Once she has me where she wants me, she unfastens my jeans, yanks them down to my thighs, and straddles me. “I need your hard cock buried balls deep. Now.”

Son of a bitch. I shudder, grasp my cock, and hold it in place as she wiggles her ass over me. She bites her bottom lip and hums. “You’re so hot and sexy.”

“Fuck.” I grab her hips and slam her over my shaft.

As her pussy surrounds me, I sink into heaven. She’s everything I was never looking for. I thought I wanted meek and timid. But what I ached for was a naughty submissive. One who fights me and enjoys the ride as much as I do.

I grab both her hips and pound into her sex. Her head flies back, exposing her bouncing tits. They sway with each lash of my dick inside her body. Her mouth drops open, and her moans fill the room as our bodies slap together. With each smack of my balls against her ass, my thighs tighten, and I fight my release.

Not enough. I place my arm around her back and flip her onto her back. She squeals with the movement. I wait two seconds to see if she resists, and I’m rewarded with her nails digging into my lower back and her heels poking into my ass. “That’s it, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard. The only word you’ll say is fuck.”

“Please,” she begs and thrusts her pelvis into me. That’s all the confirmation I need to sear her into my body. As much as she wants to forget, I need to forget. She’s mine, and no other man had better think of touching her again. Or they won’t be as lucky as Maitland. The next one will have a bullet in the face, not a fist.

“Please, fuck me hard. So hard,” she growls and grabs her bouncing tits. When she squeezes and twists her nipples, I draw to my knees, lifting her ass off the bed and destroying her. Sweat pours down my face as her tight pussy clenches and sucks at my throbbing dick. Each time we’re together is better than the last, and I don’t want it to end. I want her in my bed every night.

I repeatedly bury myself to the hilt until she spreads her thighs wide and pushes upward. “Fu-u-u-uck. Fu-u-u-uck. Oh, fuck.”

“Yes.” I smile and continue my assault of her sex. With one last lash of her G spot, she quakes even harder and screams.

“Right there, baby.” My balls tighten, and I spill my seed deep inside of her.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Cade

I can’t wipe the grin off my face as I bound down the stairs in search of food. I never expected to fall in love with Lola, but I have. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, get married, and have a couple of babies.

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