Page 8 of Prez's Property

To most of these men, pussy was pussy. Didn’t give a fuck where they got it from.

I jumped in surprise when I felt Elijah slide his hands over my hips. “You’ve been scrubbing that same spot for the last five minutes now,” he rumbled in my ear. “What’s got you worked up, doll?”

You.

I shook my head. “Nothing,” I mumbled instead of the true answer. “I’m fine. I’m just tired. I didn’t get much rest last night.”

He turned me around to face him. A frown pulled at his lips. He hadn’t shaved yet, and dark stubble covered his jaw. It made him look even more rugged and dangerous, and I loved the look on him.

Couldn’t help but imagine what that stubble would feel like between my thighs, too.

“What’s on your mind, doll?” he asked me.

I huffed and tossed the rag I was cleaning with over into the soapy bucket of water I’d been using. “Did you sleep with her?” I quietly asked him.

He shook his head, understanding passing over his features. “No, babe. I slept in my fucking recliner. My goddamn back is killing me.”

I relaxed in his hold. He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “That’s what kept you up all night?” he asked me. He tugged me to him. “I gave you my word, Olivia.”

“You gave your wife your word, too,” I mumbled.

He shook his head. “No, I didn’t. We had our own vows, and I did not promise fidelity to her.”

I jerked my head up to look at him. He shrugged at me. “What?” he asked. “The fuck do I look like promising not to fuck around on her, and I could barely stand her? I married her as a favor to her parents – nothing more.”

I cocked my head to the side. It wasn’t my business to ask why that favor had been asked, so I didn’t even bother. I just filed it away into the things that I didn’t need to know.

“Will you ever promise fidelity to a woman?” I questioned him.

He inclined his head to me. “I’m promising fidelity to you, aren’t I? I haven’t broken my word. The only place my dick has been is either in my hand, your mouth, your ass, or your cunt, doll.”

My pussy tingled at his words. A smirk tilted his lips. “That turn you on, baby?” he asked me, his voice dropping an octave.

I licked my lips. He leaned his head forward, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. A shiver raced down my spine. “I’ve been craving you all goddamn night,” he rumbled in my ear. He slid his hand between my legs, cupping me through my shorts. “Been wanting to fill this tight cunt with my cock. Fucking had to jack off like a teenage boy again last night, imagining those fucking lips wrapped around me.”

I moaned. He sucked lightly on the lobe of my ear. “Tell me you want me, doll,” he rasped into my ear. “Tell me how badly you want me to fill you up. I’ll fuck you right here on this table, baby. Just fucking tell me.”

“I want you bad,” I whimpered. I grabbed his face, bringing it to mine. “I want you everywhere.”

His lips smashed onto mine, cutting off anything else I was going to say to him.

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He settled me on the edge of the sturdy table behind me and shoved my thighs apart, stepping between them. I linked my ankles behind his back, moaning as I ran my hands over his muscular body.

God, how was it possible that this man could be so perfect?

“Got to be quick, doll. I’m sorry,” he rumbled.

I didn’t care so long as he was inside of me.

He gripped my shorts and pulled them down my legs, groaning appreciatively when he saw I was wearing a thong. He kissed me again, his tongue probing mine. I clutched tightly at his shoulders.

“Fucking love easy access,” he rasped as he shoved my thong to the side and dipped his fingers in my sopping core.

I made quick work of his belt buckle before I pulled his thick shaft out of his jeans. Impatiently, he batted my hands away, shoved my thong to the side again, and slid deep inside of me.

He covered my mouth with his hand as I cried out. “God, you’re so fucking loud,” he groaned before he kissed me, fucking me with punishing thrusts. All I could do was grip his cut and kiss him back, allowing him to keep me quiet all while he bruised my pelvic bone.

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