Page 51 of Filthy Few

I widen my legs in an invitation for him. He grips my ankles and runs his hands up my legs, slowly. When he reaches the apexof my thighs, he brushes his thumb over the top of my pussy, drawing a sharp intake of breath from me.

“What do you want, witch?”

I swallow and try to force the words out but then he ruins it by cupping my tits and a moan breaks free instead of words.

“I need…” I clamp my mouth closed when he climbs between my legs.

“For me to take control and show you thatIam the one who knows what you need, what you crave?” He withdraws his touch and grips his shaft running it through my slick folds pulling a whimper from me. “Isn’t that right, little witch?”

“Y-yes,” I admit.

“Good girl.” When he presses the head of his cock inside me I moan, dropping back against the bed. He grabs my legs and forces them back toward me as he slams inside me, drawing a sharp cry out of me. My legs rest on his shoulders as he pushes forward and places his hands on either side of my head.

“Vox,” I whimper.

“You can’t call me that with this on,” he growls as he pulls back and slams into me with a punishing force. My back arches off the bed. He does this twice more before he bats my legs off his shoulders and flips us so I’m on top. I brace my hands on his chest and stare down at him in shock.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Take out whatever anger you have toward me on my dick because I’m not saying sorry for shit.” I gape at him. “You want me to say I’m sorry? Not gonna happen, witch. I saw what I wanted and went after it, now it’s time you take what you want.” His words bolster my confidence. I peer down at him and grit my teeth as I reach out and grip his mask but his words have me pausing. “Be sure you’re ready for that, witch, once it’s gone there is no more fooling yourself. It will just be me with no more barriers between us, no more excuses of you blaming mefor taking advantage of you.” His words settle inside me like a boulder but I push on, tearing the mask off and tossing it to the side.

His blue eyes almost shine in the moonlight as he peers up at me without an ounce of remorse in his gaze. Whatever he sees in my eyes has him sitting forward and wrapping his arms around my waist. His minty breath fans across my face as we stare at each other. Before I can talk myself out of it, I wrap my arms around his neck and tangle my fingers in his hair, then mesh my lips to his.

His shock lasts mere seconds before he’s kissing me back. This kiss isn’t sweet, loving or clean. It’s messy and a fight for power, our teeth clanging against each other’s but needing the upper hand for even a moment. I grind against him, drawing a deep groan from him that I swallow. He breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes as I find my rhythm. His hold on my waist guides me but he doesn’t take control of my movements even though I can see he wants to. He sucks my nipple into his hot mouth and I cry out as I feel my orgasm rising inside me and chase it. I try to reach for it, needing it more than my next breath.

“Vox… I need more,” I whine as I quicken my pace, chasing my release.

“You want me to fuck you?”

I throw my head back and moan loudly as I continue to ride him. “Yes.”

“Admit this pussy belongs to me and I’ll make you come, baby.” I want to deny his claim over my body but the need to come is high, I won’t survive being denied another orgasm so I relent.

“Fine! It belongs to you, now fuck me,” I scream. He hoists me off his lap and forces me face first into the mattress with hishand on the back of my neck. He knees my legs apart and slips up behind me.

“Head down, ass up, witch.” I do as he says. When he pushes inside me this time a needy desperate moan tumbles from my lips. “Fuck this pussy is perfect,” he praises me, I can’t focus on his words though.

“Vox, please.”

“Fuck, hearing you say my name while you beg is fucking beautiful,” he growls as he pulls back and thrusts inside me.

“Yes, just like that.” He rewards me with doing it again but each time his thrusts get harder hitting me right where I need him and within a minute my climax tears through me like a hurricane. “Vox!” I cry out as I clamp down on his cock and come, screams tear from me as he continues pounding inside me until he finds his own release.

“Nova!” he growls my name as he comes, and hearing that from his lips sends a delicious shiver down my spine. Vox pulls out of me and flops down beside me, panting. I do the same, trying to regain control of my ragged breathing but it’s futile when he turns on his side and wraps an arm around my waist, drawing me back against his chest. His breath tickles the back of my neck but I don’t move, we’ve never done the whole cuddle thing. Usually he fucks me then leaves, and that’s it until he comes back the next night so this is uncharted territory for us. “You good?”

His gravelly tone has a smile etching its way onto my lips. “Yeah,” I croak out but still when I feel his cum dripping out of me. I shove away from him, leap off the bed and race into the bathroom to clean up. I curse myself at least twenty times before I make my way back into my bedroom to find him sitting in the middle of my bed with his jeans on but the button and zipper undone. He flicks his gaze to me and the way his eyes travel the length of my body has my brain short circuiting and needthrumming inside me already. I spot his shirt on the ground and snatch it up and pull it over my head.

“No condom, seriously?” I snap as I turn and face him.

The fucker just shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t like not being able to feel you.” My jaw unhinges.

“And I don’t want to be chained to you for eighteen years if I push out a baby with your big ass head.” The fucker scoffs and looks at me like I slapped him.

“My head is not big, witch.” I roll my lips over my teeth to keep from laughing—the bad tattooed wolf doesn’t like his ego being wounded.

“It kind of is.” He narrows his eyes at me.

“Shut the fuck up and get your ass over here.”

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