Page 42 of The Hitman's Secret Love Child

However, Constantine had other plans.

“Get up.” It wasn’t a request, it was a demand as he pulled himself from my grasp, took my upper arm and forced me to my feet.

“But –” I was about to protest, but didn’t have a chance to finish as he spun me around and bent me over the drawers. Reaching around me, he undid my jeans and yanked them down, taking my panties down with them.

The cool air teased my wet pussy, spurring on my desire. My entire body trembled as I leaned down and braced my elbows on the top of the drawers, holding on for support.

Constantine slid his hand down my back and to my backside and to the apex between my legs, palming my pussy, gently squeezing and making me gasp. He leaned his hard body against my back, brushed my hair to one side and gently kissed the back of my neck. “God, how wet you get for me…”

“I do. I need you.” I pushed back against him, his dick slipping between my legs and settling between my moist pussy lips. “Take me, please.”

“Soon.” He reached around me and palmed my mound. Spreading my pussy lips he used his index finger to stroke my clit, making me yelp and buck against his hand, hoping for a release from the building pressure.

“Fuck me, please.”

“I will,” he responded, running a string of kisses along my shoulder.

Thank god!

“Once I feel you come on my hand.”

Dammit! “You’re cruel.”

He chuckled, thrusting forward, the head of his dick probing at the entrance to my core. “I can be.” He increased the pressure and speed that he worked my clit, which was now swollen and hypersensitive.

The pleasure and pressure building within me was almost painful. He had quickly taken me to the summit, but I couldn’t seem to crest. “Please. Give it to me.” I bucked against him. “I need, I need to come…” I could hear the begging, whiny tone my voice had taken but didn’t care.

“You’ll come when I let you.”

I lowered my head to the top of the dresser, the cool wood greeting my forehead. He continued to work my clit and just when I thought there was no hope and I’d be forced to endure this torture forever, he pressed into me and I exploded, screaming out and then cringing, scared I’d wake Austin. My entire body went still.

“Don’t worry, the rooms are practically soundproof.”

His reassurance in combination with him thrusting fully into me reassured me and sent me on the blissful journey once again. Once we developed a rhythm, my movements meeting his, the fire within me became a frenzy and I was greedy for a second orgasm.

Still moving with him, I straightened, reaching behind me and guiding his head down. Turning my head, I captured his lips with mine. The kiss was wild and hungry, mimicking the way my body felt at that moment.

He pulled his lips away from mine. Placing a hand on the center of my back between my shoulder blades, he pushed me flat against the top of the dresser and began fucking me hard, his dick punishing my pussy with each thrust. I was no longer in any way, shape or form in charge, and I loved it!

“Yes, yes, yes…” The word was spinning through my mind over and over again. My stomach felt like there was a giant coil within, tightly wound and ready to snap at any moment.

And then it came, with one mighty push ramming me almost painfully into the dresser he groaned, low and feral as he unloaded with me. The feel of his warm cum slamming into me, filling my pussy sent me over the edge with him.

I cried out as my body tensed up under him and then I was swept away in a wave of relief so intense it brought tears to my eyes. I let out a ragged breath. “Incredible.” I didn’t think I’d said the word out loud but when he leaned over me, keeping himself firmly entrenched within my core and whispered the same word in my ear, I knew he had heard.

“I don’t think I could ever get enough of being with you, Robyn,” he said, running his lips up and down the side of my neck.

“Me either.” And that was the truth. Maybe I’d made a huge mistake all those years ago. Each moment I was with him I was more and more convinced of it.

I can’t forget the reason I left, I told myself. But with the man I’d once loved deep within me, our juices mingling and dripping from my core, it was hard to remember why.

As he slipped himself from within me, I immediately felt his loss and longed to be joined with him again. But this time it wasn’t for the feral urges I’d just had, it was for the closeness. Even though it was just sex, there was also a connection I felt when we were joined, a merging of physical, mental and emotional that I longed to never have to let go.

“I want you to spend the night with me,” he said, bending down and picking me up and into his arms. Somewhere along the way he’d rid himself of his shirt and so I snuggled up into his arms, burying my face into the crook between his shoulder and neck.

“Yes, I’d like that.” It had been a long time since I’d been content and fallen asleep in the arms of a man who genuinely cared for me. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt safe and secure, but I was feeling that way now. It felt good.

We reached the edge of the bed and he set me on my feet. Taking a step back, he slowly peeled my shirt and bra from my body and tossed them to the floor. When he looked at me this time it wasn’t with a deep-seated hunger but there was admiration and caring in his gaze. The warmth that ran through my body wasn’t that of sexual yearning this time, but emotional.

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