Page 57 of Royal Flush

I rolled my hand from his forehead to his hair, adoring the way the thick strands felt as I tangled them relentlessly. He refused to stop moving. While his actions were slow, the man developing a perfect beat, he was by no means close to being finished with me. I didn’t need for him to tell me that. I already knew.

He considered me to belong to him.

I was both thrilled and scared, but nothing was going to break this moment of sheer joy. When I finally came down from the rafters, gasping for air, he spun me around to face the incredible city.

“What?” I managed, my voice completely unrecognizable.

This time, he bit down on my shoulder, shaking his head slightly as I gazed at our reflection. I knew my hot breath would steam the windows at any moment, but the way his eyes seemed so different, even more piercing, captured a little bit of my soul.

“I want more.” His words were stark, his voice gravelly and as he kicked my legs apart, I knew exactly what he was going to do.

His cock fully slickened, he pressed the tip against my dark hole, both of us gasping for air. He was gentler than he’d been, sliding his shaft in slowly.

But that didn’t mean the pain wasn’t raw or real. My sharp cries were a dead giveaway.

He was tender, stopping to allow me to get used to his thick girth.

“Oh… You are so…”

“Amazing? Perfect?” He was teasing me, biting down on my other shoulder.

“Never.”

“You might be an amazing con artist, but you are a terrible liar.” He drove another two or three inches inside.

Our reflection remained only for a few seconds longer, but I was able to capture how incredible we looked together.

“I’m the perfect one,” I whispered. Why was it incredible sex could take away your voice? And your mind? He cracked his hand on my bottom as if a reminder, chuckling in such a way it sent another wave of electric shivers through me. When he repeated the action three more times, I allowed the sweet lull to return.

There was no more pain, not even a sense of discomfort. Even when he was fully seated inside, pumping more forcefully, the rippling sensations were some of the most incredible I’d ever felt. We moved together, his stamina just like I’d experienced before but I sensed his needs were winning the battle.

As I drew a crazy little heart in the steam I’d created on the window, I squeezed my muscles.

“Fuck. Such a bad little girl.” He cracked his hand down four more times, still trying to keep the same rhythm but failing.

He jerked my hips backwards, changing the angle and for the next two minutes he refused to stop. His fucking became crazed, primal in nature. I was thrown by how incredible the moment was.

And by the fact I was letting go.

Yet even more than that, I did want to have the chance to experience the kink he’d introduced me to another time. Was it crazy? I didn’t know but I didn’t care.

In those few breathless moments as I studied the bright, twinkling lights of the city, I sensed he was finally close to erupting deep inside of me. When he jerked me back even more, switching the angle one more time, I fell into another sweet moment of pure ecstasy.

The feel of his cock erupting was the sweetest release.

But I knew what we’d shared was nothing more than a blip in time.

The past, the present, and the future would come back to bite us both.

CHAPTER 15

Braxton

Goddamn, the woman made me crazy. Even now, with what I was attempting to do, I couldn’t get her off my mind. I had to concentrate. I would enjoy Jasmine’s luscious body all over again, but not until I handled business.

My father used to grumble that there were no good politicians.

Both my brothers and I had rolled our eyes, but I was beginning to understand what the hell he’d been talking about.

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