Page 40 of Make You Mine

I lick his exposed neck all the way up to his ear. “Get us in this room so you can push this dress up a little more and do exactly what you said.”

“Fuck, woman, you’re killing me,” he growls, using his foot to kick the door open the rest of the way.

Striding into the room, Trent tosses me on the bed, and my core clenches at what I know is coming.

He throws his coat to the couch, never taking his eyes off me as I move up to all fours.

“Trent, please,” I beg as he takes his time pushing my dress up and pulling my nude lace thong down to where my knees press into the mattress.

“I’m trying to take it slow. I want to soak it all in.” He traces his finger through my wet center and groans. “Speaking of soaked.”

When he presses the same finger between his lips, swirling his tongue around it, I feel like one stroke of my clit could make me come.

“Fuck slow, Trent.” I sound as desperate as I feel, my body buzzing with an unadulterated need for him.

He’s unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it from his pants, and I wiggle my ass back toward him. “You have all night to take it slow…but not now.”

I see the moment his mind is made up. He drops his slacks, his boxers next, revealing that beautiful cock that has never been anything but so fucking good to me.

“First, take that fucking ring off. He doesn’t belong anywhere in this bed with us,” Trent commands, and I’d gladly throw it off the balcony, hoping someone in need picks it up and pawns it. At least then, it would be good for something other than a shackle to the life I hate.

For now, I place it in Trent’s open palm. He takes it over to the empty ice bucket, making sure it's completely out of sight.

“Much better. Now give me what he never could.” My voice is sultry, turned on even more by his act of possession.

“You want it now?” he purrs, slapping my ass with his dick and rubbing it along my slit. My pussy pulses.

“Yes, now,” I whimper, pressing back into him.

Trent squats down, his words coming out breathless as he stares at my throbbing center. “Just one taste first.”

He grabs my ass, holding on to me, running his tongue from my clit to my puckered hole. Shivering at the contact, I moan loud and deep, my back dipping down as I push myself into his tongue.

“That was just an appetizer, but I promise you, I’m going to feast on this pussy later,” Trent says, licking his lips, still staring at where he just had his face between my legs.

Straightening behind me, he lines his cock up, hesitating for just a second. I know what he’s thinking.

“Please, Trent, nothing between us. I want to feel all of you.”

I don’t want to ruin the moment and tell him I was checked recently. Luca may have even told him that I had him secretly take me to the OB-GYN I used to see before I married Junior. The same one who has been prescribing me the birth control he threw away a couple of weeks ago. Thankfully, she had some sample packs on hand to give me.

“I just want to make sure you have the choice. You know you always have a choice with me, right?”

My sweet man.

Nodding, I look back at him, meeting his eyes. “I don’t need a choice with you. Just fuck me like no one else ever has.”

With that, he flips me over, speaking over my lips as I lie beneath him. “I changed my mind. I want to have a full view of this stunning face when you come.”

Humming, I spread my legs wide. “Take back what’s yours.”

Trent’s head falls back at my words before refocusing on my face, and then he’s moving forward, sliding his perfect dick inside me.

We both release guttural noises once he has filled me to the hilt.

“Shit… Fuck. Fuuuuck. I can’t,” Trent hisses, pausing his movements. He closes his eyes and bites his lip, clearly restraining himself.

His reaction to being inside my body not only turns me on even more, but also gives me a sense of sexual power I haven’t felt in a long time.

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