Page 18 of Red My Lips

“Come find out for yourself.”

That’s it, the sign he’s been waiting for. Those four words, and he’s been unleashed.

In the blink of an eye, he’s on me, his lips descending on mine as one of his hands slides down into my shorts. When his fingers find my pussy—drenched and without panties—an animalistic groan sounds deep in his chest. “Fuck, baby.”

“I’m no one’s baby.” I gasp as his lips trail along my jaw, his teeth tugging and nipping against my skin. My hands grasp his broad shoulders, clinging to him as his hand toys with my pussy lips. He runs his fingers through my arousal, teasing my swollen clit until I’m squirming, begging for more.

“Is that right, Menace?” he murmurs deeply in my ear. Two of his fingers sink into me, making me arch against him.

“Mmm, much better,” I sigh, falling back against his desk. Gage follows me like a magnet, his unrelenting body pressed to mine. His lips leave mine briefly as he uses the hand that’s not playing my pussy like a violin to swipe everything on his desk out of the way, sending papers and books flying. His fingers withdraw from inside me to pull off my shorts until they’re falling down my legs onto the floor, leaving me naked from the waist down.

“If I were a patient man, I’d feast on your pussy like it was my last meal,” he growls as I pull him closer by the waistband of his jeans. “But I’m desperate to be inside you, to finally have what’s mine. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life, Jill.”

“Then don’t make me wait,” I pant. My hands make quick work of his pants and briefs as he reaches behind his head to pull his shirt off, his muscled torso rippling beneath dark ink. Reaching for the condom he pulled out of his pocket, I take it out of his hand to rip open the package and roll it down his stiff cock. His impressive erection stands tall, already hard as steel—all for me.

“Take it off,” he demands, his voice rough with barely bridled need. Tugging at my halter top, I pull it over my head. My strapless bra is last to join my clothes on the floor, allowing my heavy breasts to fall free.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Gage’s all-consuming eyes devour me from head to toe, the muscle in his angular jaw ticking.

The admiration in his eyes as he takes in my fully naked body does nothing to detract from the dark desire swirling around him. There’s a split second of hesitation, a moment of indecision—should he fall to his knees and worship me as his idol, or ruin me until I’m so stained by his touch that no man will ever stand a chance to see my full beauty again?

His hands fondle my large breasts, kneading them roughly with a groan before trailing down to caress my soft stomach, palm my thick thighs, then cup my fupa.

“Christ, you’re a fucking dream. My walking wet dream.” My pussy throbs with desire, already so wet and swollen, more than ready for him to fill. “Look at this pretty pussy, already crying for my cock.”

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll go find someone who will,” I threaten, impatient and horny. I can’t wait any longer. I need him to stop playing with his food and fucking eat it. A shadow crosses Gage’s face, anger darkening his eyes. A tattooed hand circles my throat, pushing me back on the desk as the broad head of his cock presses into my pussy.

With one rough thrust, he’s inside me—filling me, stretching me to capacity. I hiss out a breath at the twinge of pain that radiates through my body, not fully prepared for his girth. The discomfort mingles with an undeniable pleasure, making me moan.

Holy shit.

“Is this what you wanted, little devil?” Gage growls, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting in to the hilt, making the pain melt into pleasure.

“Yes,” I moan. “More.” The hand on my neck adds pressure as he pulls out and slams back in again and again. His pace is punishing, overwhelming my body until I’m delirious. His free hand palms my ass, pulling my thighs to wrap around his waist to hold me closer. He lowers his lips to my right breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth. I gasp as his tongue circles me before his teeth clamp down roughly. The bite of pain flares through me like a fuse, igniting a breath-stealing orgasm.

My back arches off the desk, my mouth parting as a helpless cry escapes me. The aching bliss that tears through my body has me gasping for air against Gage’s hand. His assault on my senses is unrelenting and unrepentant as he drills my greedy pussy with his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my thighs clamping around him. His mouth moves across my chest, sucking and biting until my skin is tender and raw beneath his lips. “Don’t you dare stop.”

“I’m just getting started with you, Menace.” The hand necklace around my throat releases me to wrap my arms around his neck, and I’m being lifted. He carries me like I’m light and dainty, but his touch is anything but gentle. His cock pulses inside me, making me so overcome with need that it doesn’t even register that he’s walking us across the room until I’m being lowered onto the sofa, and Gage’s body is covering mine.

I rock against him, chasing the friction that’s building between us. Gage looks down at me, his eyes blazing over my skin until I’m singed. “You are so fucking gorgeous, it’s unreal,” he murmurs deeply. “I’m going to mark every inch of your glorious body so there won’t ever be a question about who owns it.”

“You talk too much.” I tighten my inner muscles to clamp down on his cock, making him grunt. “Words mean nothing.” His mouth lowers to capture mine, kissing me deeply as he moves inside me with short, deep thrusts.

There’s a wave building inside me, climbing higher and higher with each stroke of his cock and graze of his teeth. The sound of his hard panes meeting my soft curves mingles with the moans and sighs filling the room.

I run my hands up his solid torso, feeling his muscles ripple with each thrust. My fingernails dig into his broad shoulders as the passion takes over my limbs, scratching the inked skin. Gage’s grunts and moans feed into my veins until I’m dizzy from the pleasure.

His lips are everywhere, latching onto every inch of skin he can reach. He sucks on the side of my neck as he explores me. His left arm supports his weight while his right hand grabs greedy handfuls of my ass, thigh, fleshy waist, and palms my breast to fondle it roughly.

The wave grows stronger, the current threatening to steal me into the undertow as he plunges into me so hard and deep I struggle to take air into my lungs. I’m getting so close. He can feel it.

“You want to come, don’t you?” He reaches between us to rub my clit, making me tremble against him. “You want to come all over my cock.”

“Don’t play with me,” I warn him. I swear if he decides to stop now, I’ll gut him like a fish. I’m sure he can read it all over my face, and he grins down at me—a smile of deep satisfaction, his movements never faltering.

“I like playing with you, little devil. But not about this, because I like pleasing you so much more.” His hand on my clit gives a sharp smack against my swollen flesh—once, then twice—and it’s all I need.

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