Page 129 of One Big Little Secret

My walls convulse and that fireball in my core goes off.

“Patton!” His name grinds out in this torn whisper as he wrings every last drop of sin from my skin.

Even with the whole world spinning, I force my eyes open, watching as he pushes my legs over his shoulders and devours me completely.

Watching the vicious pride in his eyes as he makes me ride his face to the bitter end.

Watching with my legs still shaking and his finger raised as he holds it up and sucks.

“Fucking decadent,” he tells me, and then he’s kissing me again.

He makes me taste myself on his lips.

It’s frantic then, this feeling of falling, of not knowing where we’ll land, of desperately trying to find every inch of pleasure together before we do.

When I have my wits again, I rip off his pants just as fast as he disposed of my dress. He fists my hair as I grind against him until he growls and shoves my legs open.

Just when I think he’s about to take what’s his—what’salwaysbeen his alone—his weight shifts until he holds back, dragging his cock against my entrance.

“Tease!” I gasp. I’m breathless but I don’t care. “Patton, please. I need you in me.”

“Where’s the fun in that if I can’t make you suffer?” He licks the sensitive skin beside my ear.

He nibbles down my neck to my breasts.

“Say it again,” he rasps. “Beg for me, Lady Bug.”

There’s something primal in his voice now. A dark thirst that pushes buttons I didn’t know I had.

“I… I want you to fuck me, Patton…”

“Say please.”

I’m moaning as he drags his cock against my clit, pulling back just enough to tap his swollen head on it.

“Please!” I’m almost screaming.

Finally, his gaze hardens with violent determination.

And his hips rear back as he bares his teeth, swallowing a curse as he pushes in. One relentless inch at a time until he’s buried to the hilt.

Flipping electric.

It’s obscene how much Ifeelhim, every seething inch, turning me inside out.

It’s so good I almost climax again in under a minute.

But I shift, encouraging him to run rampant, the better to take his punishing cock.

It’s a primal thing, this need to be owned, just for tonight.

Tomorrow, we’ll have all the time in the world for regrets.

For now, there’s only this moment.

There’s just Patton Rory, joined to my flesh, which is already begging to feel him come for a second time.

Call me insane—especially considering what happened before—but I only think about the missing condom for a split second.

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