Page 77 of Law Of Love

“Don’t be afraid, baby,” I told her, sucking on her clit. “Don’t be afraid to show them all downstairs who you belong to.”

She was so sweet—like honey, and I lapped at her sensually before my finger found her chin, and I stood. Freya pressed her lips to mine, and I backed her up against the shower wall, the spray beating down on our sides almost painfully.

“Kaleb, I need you.”

I hummed. “Show me how much you need me, then. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

Freya's eyes flickered before she brought her fingers to her core, dipping them into her wetness, beginning to fuck herself. I stood back and watched in bliss as my beautiful girl pleasured her pussy, soft moans falling from her plump lips.

“Does that feel good?” I asked her, my entire body tingling from the sight.

“Yes, but I want you."

My heart was thumping harshly inside my chest. I never wanted this moment to end. However, I couldn’t take not touching her anymore, and I pushed myself up against her as I crushed my lips to hers, my tongue battling with her own.

“Fuck me, Kaleb,” Freya moaned against my mouth, and I gripped the back of her neck and fisted her hair before exiting the shower to grab a condom from Brent’s bathroom cabinet. She followed my every movement with lust-filled eyes. Twisting her around quickly, I guided her down until she was bent at the waist, my dick hovering just behind her dripping core.

Her hands were flat against the shower wall, and I teased her with my length before pushing it in inch by inch, sighs of pleasure falling from her mouth as she attempted to push back onto me.

I tutted at her, pulling out altogether. “You need to work on your patience, my little artist.”

“I can’t be patient, Kaleb,” she growled, causing me to chuckle.

Freya whimpered as I bottomed out inside of her, the entirety of my cock surrounded by her walls, and I began to pump in and out, clutching onto her waist and watching how her core gripped me. The sight was hypnotic.

There was something about fucking Freya that altered my brain chemistry. This girl had me in a chokehold, and it didn’t matter what she asked of me. I would do it. If there were something she wanted, I wouldn’t think twice about giving it to her. Her wish was my command.

“You’re so good at taking this cock,” I praised her. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to, baby.”

Freya moaned in response, circling her clit as her back arched, causing me to grip onto her tighter as I ceased movement.

“I’m waiting for an answer.”

“You. It belongs to you,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. “Please, don’t stop, Kaleb.”

I picked up the pace. Whatever she wanted, she got.

I'd never felt anything like it. I was cocooned in the euphoria that was Freya Henderson, time pausing, the world fading away, leaving only the serene connection of our two souls. Fuck. This girl was God's gift.

Freya’s walls clenched around me, and her free hand scratched at the bathroom wall as warm water cascaded down her. As if sensing my nearing release, she choked out a moan, my name pouring from her mouth as she came undone, her muscles seizing up and her pussy clutching onto me as if it was afraid to let me go. It was enough to drive me toward my own orgasm.

My chest was heaving, and Freya's rapid breathing bounced off the shower tiles as she straightened up and stepped directly into the stream of water, cleansing herself with a smirk. I merely watched as she washed, my eyes roaming across every inch of her body, taking in her beauty.

She really was a masterpiece, and as selfish as it was, she was my masterpiece.

The weird looks we received when we came back downstairs were enough to make me chuckle and for Freya to turn an intense shade of red. Ty seemed slightly uncomfortable, and he kept his eyes glued to the TV screen while Hannah filled the silence and laughed about how Brent's hands were shaking.

The guy killed people for a living, but put him in front of an actor in a poorly-made alien costume, and he close to shitting himself out of fear.

My phone began to buzz in my pocket, and I growled, glancing at the screen.

My chief.

Giving Freya a quick squeeze, I exited the living room and made my way into the kitchen, ensuring that nobody could hear me.

“Kaleb,” murmured my chief in his usual glum tone.

I swear, you could pelt the guy with cupcakes and stuffed unicorns and he still wouldn’t crack a genuine smile. I felt sorry for his wife.

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