Page 31 of Now You're Mine

I’m a junkie, craving that next hit of Lux. All I can think about isher—holding her in my arms, smelling her hair, pushing my cock into her tight, warm pussy. Coating her channel with my come.

“And just so we’re clear,” she says. “This doesn’t mean I forgive you. I still want you dead.”

I’m so focused on the shape of her dewy lips that I can hardly hear what she’s saying. “Yup, got it,” I say quickly.

Placing a hand on my bare chest, she lets it trail down to the waistband of my jeans, then she starts unbuttoning them.

My lips hover above hers. “I need to taste you,” I say.

“No.” She unzips my jeans, then reaches in and takes my cock in her hand, fisting it. I nearly come out of my body. Her warm hand feels so damn good gripping me, applying that sweet pressure.

I tilt my head back and groan as she slowly begins to stroke, the tension is already building in my balls. Puffs of her warm breath bathe my chest, and I grip the marble countertop so firmly I’m afraid a piece might break off in my hand.

After teasing me for a while, she shoves at my chest, and I step back.

“Take everything off.”

Fuck, say less.

I immediately comply, kicking my pants and underwear aside. I’m standing in the middle of the kitchen, naked as fuck, with my cock as hard as a steel rod.

White-hot energy pulses through me, and I have to stop myself from reaching out to her. All I want to do is rip her jeans off and fuck her, pushing into her so deeply, I don’t know where she ends and I begin.

She looks me over, from head to foot, her eyes lingering on my cock. It twitches under her scrutiny, a bead of precum appearing on the tip.

When she looks up and her eyes meet mine, I swear on my life, my heart stops, the useless organ seizing inside my chest. It’s a jolt that radiates through my whole body, and I realize right then and there, that there’s no possible way I can ever let her go. If I have to chain her to my bed and feed her french fries forever, I fucking will.

Crossing her arms over her front, she pulls her t-shirt over her head, then unbuttons her jeans and tugs those off, too. She’s in her bra and panties, which puts her at an advantage over me.

The tile is cold under my feet and I’m practically frothing at the fucking mouth as I wait for her next command.

Her eyes never leaving mine, she hops up onto the wide counter and leans back on her palms. “I want your mouth on my pussy again.”

I lift a brow and step forward, my cock pulsing like I’ve never fucked a woman before. Usually, I’m the one in charge, but her telling me exactly what she wants ishot as fuck. I could get used to this.

Her legs are dangling off the counter, and I step between them, palming her thighs. She has this look on her face like she doesn’t give a fuck, but what she doesn’t know is that I’ve made a fucking career of studying her every expression. Every slight inflection in her voice, every time her breath catches, I notice.

Whether she likes it or not, she’s a part of me now, embedded into my fucking soul. And I know for a fact that I affect her more than she’s willing to admit. I can tell by the slight hitch in her voice when she gives me a command or the way her eyes linger on me.

My fingers hook on the delicate waistband of her pink panties, and I start dragging them down, but she stops me.

“No. Leave them on.” There’s that hitch in her voice again, like she’s learning to demand what she wants, but still finding her voice.

I tilt my head and smile. “As you wish.”

Cupping her ass in my palms, I tug her forward and pull the crotch of her panties aside. The first glimpse of her pink pussy nearly undoes me, and I almost fucking nut right then and there. My cock twitches, desperate to sink into her,deep.

I have to physically restrain myself, taking a second, my muscles tightening. It doesn’t help that I can smell her—that musky scent that draws me in like a fucking junkie.

My tongue touches her center, and she hisses, throwing her head back. God, she tastes so good. Another long stroke up the length of her wet slit, and she moans.

I’m already starting to feel frantic, like there’s a ball of energy moving through me, kicking my heart rate up, and making me restless. I need to be inside her. I need it more than I need my next breath.

Another long stroke with my tongue, enjoying the taste of her. Her hips move beneath me, undulating with each stroke. Then just when I have her primed and ready, I grab a cucumber from the counter and slowly ease the thick shaft into her pussy.

“Oh, my, God, Roman.” The words come out as a whimper, and my heart beats faster just hearing my name burst from her lips.

I push the cucumber in as far as it will go, then pull it back out slowly, repeating that several times until all the resistance leaves her body, and her thighs widen.

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