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I keep her spread and drag my cock up and down her pussy without pushing in. She’s fucking soaked, dripping onto me as I glide back and forth. My length grazes her clit, and her sweet moan makes me hungry for more of them.

I fuck into her then, holding her leg tight for leverage to slam inside her again and again. My hand on her hip slides lower, feeling my cock punch in and out with my fingertips. I drag my fingers through her wet lips until I feel her clit.

She twitches and gasps, “It’s too much—”

“Too much?” I grunt darkly, slamming into her even harder. She begs for more, for harder, and I give it to her and more. Using her hair as a leash, I hit at a punishing pace. My thrusts are so hard that the desk inches forward with each one. “Still too much?” I growl, then bite her throat.

“Yes!” I feel her clit pulse under my fingers.

I tsk. “Whores don’t get to decide what’s too much. I do.” I punctuate my declaration by forcefully pushing two fingers inside her while I fuck her with my cock. “I decide when it’s too much, when you get more, when you get to come.”

“Mierda—I, I can’t—ahh.” I cut off her protests with a sharp curl of my fingers, pressing and stroking her swollen G-spot. Her body writhes in my arms, her one supporting leg twitching.

“Jesus, Cortez, your pussy…” I grunt as she clenches hard around me as I rub that perfect spot inside her. “It’s fucking throbbing for me. You can’t help it, can you? You’re gonna come again like a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

She whines, rendered speechless as she trembles on the peak of another orgasm. “Unhh…”

The tide within me rises and rises, and heat courses through my limbs. Something about this moment feels surreal, too fleeting, that I almost dread my coming orgasm. I fear that it will wake me from this dream and this goddess will no longer be in my arms. I need to feel her bouncing on my dick before it all disappears.

Staying inside her, I lift her from the desk, holding both legs open with my arms and carrying us to the desk chair. She settles on my lap, planting her feet on the seat on either side of my thighs as I lean back. “Pump that pussy up and down my cock until I fill you up.”

I wrap a hand around the front of her throat again and pull her into my chest, my words rasping against her ear. “Ride me like the filthy whore you are, my little menace.”

Her ass claps on my thighs as she rides me, and I snake a hand around her waist to rub her clit. “Yes, yes, Ro—oh, fuck.” My thighs constrict and my abs contract as my orgasm gets ready to crash into me.

“You’re gonna look so good dripping my cum—Fuuh—” I bite down on her neck, and she groans in pain, but doesn’t stop bouncing on my cock. I come hard, my cock pulsing with my release inside her. My fingers never stop, and soon she’s coming again, her orgasm squeezing every last drop out of me.

She flops back, panting on my chest while I lave the drops of blood in my bite mark with my tongue. She sighs, sweet and satisfied, and I encircle her with my arms just in case.

Just in case it is a dream, I won’t let her go.

1. Gimme—BANKS

2. Make Me Feel—Elvis Drew

Chapter 20

Unbelievable

Reggie

I rotate my laptop on its side and turn my head, trying to get a different perspective on these photos, but nothing’s working. I slam it closed and toss it on the bed next to me with a groan. “I need to see the bodies again.”

Roan picks his head up from the book he’s been reading at the desk. “At the institute?”

“I’ve been going over these photos for two days, and I’m not getting anything new. Maybe I missed something…” Not being able to make any progress is eating me up, like a constant knot of static energy buzzing in my chest.

“Isn’t it closed?”

“Technically. But I still have access.”

He nods, closing his book. “Okay. I’m going to shower real quick, then we can go.”1

“Going to fuck your fist thinking of me again?” We’ve settled into a comfortable routine with each other over the last few days since going to Peaches. We haven’t had sex again. The attraction is still there—fuck is it ever—but there’s not this clawing, screaming need charging between us. The tension that was brewing, causing me to act out and him to lash out, finally broke. Like a dam, it broke, and now the water is flowing smoothly. We can coexist without struggling to decide whether we want to kill or fuck each other.

“I’m not going to put on another show for you.” He huffs a laugh and heads to the bathroom.

The water turns on, and I try to go back to what I was doing on the computer, but I can’t. So, I stop trying. I pull off my shirt and pajama shorts—which are Roan’s boxers since I forgot to pack any. It’s not even for something overtly sexual, it's just…wanting to be nearer to him.

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