Page 112 of Rebel

Her wet heat makes me rock my hips into her until we both groan. “Please,” she whispers into my mouth, and how could I resist?

Tightening my hand on her thigh, I press my length against her entrance, and when she drops her head back, I surge inside her, impaling her on my length. Her eyes roll back into her head as she cries out. Her back arches, so I lean down and suck her nipples, feeling her cunt clench around my length in response. Smirking, I bite and suck as I pull out and slide back in. Each thrust moves us across the floor until I slap my hand down on it and hold us still.

Her nails grip my arms, pulling me closer, and her other leg wraps around me to hold me as close as she can as she rolls her hips to meet my thrusts. Her eyes meet mine, and those bright orbs stop my heart for a moment before it restarts, seeming to beat out her name.

Gripping her chin, I push her head back and slide my hand down to her throat. I watch the dainty column compress under my grip, even as her eyes flare. “Do you like us fucking you raw, sweetheart? Do you like us claiming you like this? Do you like us being so deep in this cunt, you’ll never get us out?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, lifting her hips as I take her deeper. A flush covers her perfect chest as I fuck her. “Kolt, please, oh fuck, don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan to,” I reply as I suck on her lower lip. “Not until you’re screaming for me, dripping down my cock, and begging to come.”

“Jesus.” I hear Chase chuckle, but my entire focus is on my girl.

Her nails draw blood. Good, let her mark me, let her cut me up, and I’ll go out there proudly and show them whom I belong to.

“Guys, are you in there?” someone calls. “People are asking for a performance.”

“Hey, just having a band meeting.” I smirk down at Beck’s narrowed eyes as I cover her mouth with my hand and continue fucking her. “Shh, baby, before they burst in here and I have to stop.” I raise my voice once more. “We won’t be long.”

“Okay!”

I pull my hand away and pinch her clit, making her cry out. I’m sure they heard that, and she knows it, her eyes flaring in annoyance.

A wicked idea fills me. I want them to hear her scream. I want them to know that she’s mine. I want them all to know what’s going on here. Beck Danvers isn’t just a Dead Ringer, but our heart.

I lean back until we sit up, and her gasp makes me smirk. I climb to my feet, holding her with one hand on her ass and the other on her back like she weighs nothing. Then, with sure steps, I head over to the door and slam her against it. The bang is loud, no doubt drawing eyes, even over the music.

I grab her hands and press them to the wood above her head, holding them there as I continue to fuck her.

“Scream my name, baby. Let them all hear,” I demand as I slip my hand between our bodies and rub her clit as I fuck her. I feel her drip around me as she arches closer. “Let them all hear that this pussy belongs to me right now.”

“Kolt,” she begs, her voice loud but not loud enough.

I pinch her clit again, and the scream she lets out has me smirking. “Again,” I demand, rubbing and pinching her clit as I fuck her. Each thrust bangs against the door. The notion that they are all listening makes me hotter as I hammer into her until she chants my name, getting louder and louder.

I feel the exact moment she goes over the edge, her cunt clenching tightly on my cock like a vice, and then she screams my name. “Kolton!”

I kiss her lips in reward. “That’s me, baby, and I’m all yours,” I vow as I take her sweet cunt until I follow her over the cliff, hollering my release as I fill her with it.

Both of us are locked in pleasure. My balls are empty, but I still can’t seem to stop thrusting into her fluttering pussy. Groaning, I lean into her when my legs would have given out.

Kissing her softly, I smile even as she huffs. “Possessive asshole,” she teases.

“You know it,” I murmur against her lips. “You would be too if you had someone like you as your girlfriend. I want to show you off to the world, baby.”

“Softie,” she whispers, but she kisses me.

“For you,” I reply. “Always for you.”

Beck Danvers will never want for a thing, not when I’m around.

FIFTY-ONE

Ihave to fix my makeup and clothes. I still look freshly fucked, but there’s nothing I can do to change that. If anyone was close enough and listening, then there is no doubt they know what we were doing here. We weren’t quiet, but I can’t seem to care.

My legs are still weak, and my ass and pussy ache something fierce, but I don’t care as I follow them out into the party. A cheer goes up when they see us, and my cheeks heat, so I head to the bar, downing a shot before being dragged onto the dance floor.

We spend hours dancing and playing. No one seems to care about what we did, and I finally relax. They introduce me to so many people, I lose track of names and faces. It’s a lot, and when I finally slump onto the sofa, needing a moment, they sit around me, relaxing as we sip on our beers.

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