Page 74 of Your Side of the Offense

"You like it this deep, baby?" He kisses down to my collarbone.

"I love it. Don't stop," I breathe out.

Everything is forgotten. He links our heads, taking my other hand. Both hands on either side of me, his strokes getting a little faster, harder, and deeper.

The only thing I know right now is not even this room burning would make me stop. There isn't a thing I want more than this. We stare at each other with nothing between us.

"I won't stop until you tell me to."

Closing my eyes, I pull his lips to mine, our heads dance to the left and right as we kiss like lovers do. Whatever this is, we know it's not about a relationship, but it isn't nothing either. It can never be nothing. Letting go of one of my hands, he reaches between us, finding my clit.

It doesn't take long before he steals all the air from my body and I still before I release a tortured groan. I groan into his lips, feeling his movements getting uncoordinated. He's close. He tries to pull away, but I don't let him.

"Peach, I'm about to come."

"Then come." I lock him even tighter, feeling greedy. I want him to give me his everything too.

"Oh." He moans and now it's my turn to muffle his sound with a kiss. I feel his warmth release inside me, and it feels so right. Everything just feels…so right.

He stays on top after we finish and we stare at each other, panting in tandem with one another. He stays still like he’s afraid of where this is going. The truth is I'm scared too. What we've just done can't be undone.

But it’s already done, the damage already irreparable. So might as well go all the way. If I'm riding to hell, then let it be glorious.

"Give me more," I whisper.

“Yeah?"

I lower my legs, and he slides off me and I turn my back to him.

"Give me more," I demand, tucking my ass to his crotch.

He covers my body with no more questions, his cock against my dripping pussy, but I don't think any of us are risking stopping to freshen up. Lifting my leg, I place it on top of his. He holds me to him, kissing my neck as he sinks into me.

Yes, lord.

He is holding me with both hands. I am completely in his care.

He takes it slow again and I groan slowly as he hits me in all the right places. My hand finds his hair and I rake them through it before I pull it. He moans in my neck.

"Tell me how much you want this," he says.

Lust the only thing in my mind, I turn my head and stare into his eyes.

"I want all of it." I kiss him.

His hands travel to my clit and he works me. I moan louder but it's muffled by his mouth. He locks me in with the other arm, so I don't stray as he increases the pace of his strokes. He fucks me hard and he fucks me fast. I come once, I come again.

When I try to run from it, he doesn’t let me.

"It's too much, Arch. It's too much." Tears run free.

"You can take it. I believe in you." He licks my teary face. "Are you going to be my good girl and take it for me?"

I nod quickly, completely under his spell.

"I want to hear you say it."

"I am your good gi—" I shake again, unable to stop my audible moan this time, but he quickly clamps my mouth with his hand, sucking my neck as I writhe in his arms.

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