Page 57 of Run From Me

I looked back at the bed and then back at my phone.

Me: And we’re required?

Zeid: Yes.

That was all he said, and that meant this wasn’t sitting right with anyone. Well shit.

“Alright, sweet cheeks. I have a fight tonight. Something tells me you’re my good luck charm. Spread those legs and come for me like the good girl you are.”

She gasped but did as I asked. I stripped off my shirt and finally got some release as I yanked down my zipper, freeing my length from its cage.

“What do you mean a fight?” she asked as she watched my every move.

The bed sank as I knelt on it.

“Underground fights. Don’t tell me you’re worried.”

She raised herself up on her elbows, thrusting her chest higher, and I took that as a damn invitation.

I pushed up her shirt and bra, claiming one taut nipple between my teeth.

“Hey, I… Oh god.”

I looked up at her, loving the way her head lolled back.

“I am no god, Sparky.”

I kissed my way up her chest to those lips that had some kind of power over me. Fuck. It was the sass that kept me on my toes that seemed to have me in some kind of chokehold.

Bracing myself over her with one arm, I slid my free hand between her legs, feeling the wetness there.

“Good girl, you’re ready for me.”

I ran the head of my cock over her slit, spreading her pussy.

“Look at me when I fuck you, Calliope.”

My eyes captured hers as I memorized the way she looked when I thrust into her tight entrance.

“I don’t have time to be gentle. But remember who owns this body,” I said behind a crooked smile.

I pulled out, loving the way her body was so tight around my cock that, as I retreated and pushed back in, I could feel her stretch and give around my thickness.

“Yes, fuck me.” Her words were strained as I did as she asked, thrusting into her over and over. The bed moving with my punishing rhythm.

“Say it, say you belong to me.”

This woman had me and that was dangerous. It was dangerous that I was playing a game of keeps when I didn’t believe in happily ever afters.

Her legs wrapped around my hips, and fuck if that didn’t just make me fuck her harder, pulling out and thrusting back in before she could even breathe.

“Yes. Fuck. Yes, Xander. Yours.”

Why the sound of my name on her lips shot a need so fucking strong to mark her that my damn balls ached, I couldn’t think too long on. But it did. My balls tightened and my cock hardened as I lost the ability to stop myself from coming, but not before she came for me one more time.

Every thrust at this point felt like borrowed time.

“Come for me, beautiful. Come for me so I can fill your pussy—” I broke off as she screamed out my name one more time before I felt the walls of her core quiver around my cock, and thank fuck.

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