Page 40 of The Butcher

She straddled my hips, her skirt still on and bunched around her hips, her thong on the rug in front of the fire. She pulled her shirt off over her head, her hair catching the fabric and being pulled until it came free.

Before the shirt was gone, I had already unclasped her bra and set her tits free. Her perky, perfect tits. I moaned when I saw them then sealed my mouth over one nipple and sucked hard enough to make her wince.

I squeezed her ass under her skirt then gave her a hard smack before I squeezed it again. “Fuck, sweetheart.” I kissed her collarbone then her neck, digging my hand into her hair and yanking her head back to expose more of her throat. “You turn me the fuck on.” I spanked her ass again before I lifted her to get my dick inside, so eager to feel that snug channel that would come all over me. I guided her on top of me then gripped her hip as I pulled her onto me, moaning when I felt that tight little pussy seal me like an airlock.

She took a deep breath when she felt me fill her, and then she moaned, moaned like it was the best dick she’d ever had, rolled her head back and closed her eyes like the sexiest little thing ever.

She planted her hands against my chest, and she arched her back farther than I thought was possible. Her stomach was tight because she flexed, her perfect tits in my face, and she started to ride me nice and slow, taking her time, looking into my eyes with her lips slightly parted, taking my dick like it was a fucking honor.

“You like that dick, sweetheart?”

Her answer was breathless. “Yes.”

I gripped her hips, my thumbs over her belly, and I pushed my hips up to meet her when she came down, the two of us fucking better than we breathed. My hands stretched over her ass where it poked out from her skirt, and I squeezed hard, loving the feel of that meat in my grip.

She started to bounce faster, rolling her hips when she reached my base and coming back up again, her tits shifting with her movements. The fire was in the hearth behind her, her beautifulskin aglow from the flames, and soon, I saw a sheen of sweat over her fair skin. “I fucking love this dick.”

I spanked her ass hard. “Attagirl.”

We were moving hard and fast together, and like any man, I was at the mercy of my dick, this fine piece of woman bringing me to my knees. She hadn’t reached her peak, while I was right at the finish line, so I did what I had to do.

I slipped my hand under her skirt and rubbed that clit like my life depended on it.

She moaned louder than before, her nails slicing my chest, her nipples hardening at the touch.

I licked my thumb before I rubbed her hard, making her hips convulse like she’d lost her motor functions. She panted and moaned, and then she grabbed on to my shoulder and lifted herself onto the balls of her feet, holding the weight of her body on her thighs, and bounced on my dick harder. “Jesus fucking Christ.” It was like she did it on purpose, tried to beat me at some sick game. She raised herself to the top of my dick then dropped down all the way to the base before she did it again, her cream building up and dripping over my balls, her slickness a mess on the couch.

So fucking hot.

But I won the game—and she came all over me. She fell into my chest and locked her arms around my neck as she convulsed, moaning in my ear, her tears catching on the skin of my neck.

I spanked her again and again, making her cry out as she finished, making that beautiful ass red and welted from my handprint. Because she’d done all the work up to this point,I rolled her over and pinned her in the corner of the couch, bending her so I could pound into her, my ass on display to the fire, my dick balls deep in that slick paradise. I pounded into her so hard I made the couch shift over on the rug.

Her cries were muffled because of how she was folded, her hands grabbing on to my arm and shoulder, whatever she could latch on to as she took the pounding of a lifetime. Then she took the bomb out of the cannon, the mound of come I’d been wanting to give her since the last load.

“You love my come, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” She hooked her legs around me and squeezed, locking her ankles together at the top of my waist so I couldn’t leave. “I want more.”

My dick was still hard even though I’d found my release. That didn’t happen a lot, but with her, it seemed to happen almost every time, like my dick didn’t get the memo that the fire was over. “Then beg for it.” I started to grind into her, but moved slowly, feeling our slickness slide past each other.

“Please…” She cupped the back of my neck and brought me close, kissing me hard on the mouth. “Bastien, please make me come again.” She didn’t shy away from my commands—like she wanted to beg. Like she loved all this dirty talk. Like she wanted me to spank her until she couldn’t sit.

I started to rock into her again, moving fast, burrowing her into the corner of the couch.

She stroked my jawline before she caressed my bottom lip with her thumb, touching me like she wanted every part of me but couldn’t have it all at the same time. “Yes…like that.”

Chapter 11

Fleur

When I woke up, I was in his bed, but I couldn’t remember how I got there. The last memory I had was of us together on the couch, lying there as the fire burned low. He’d pulled a blanket over me that had been over the back of the couch to keep me warm.

He must have carried me to bed at some point.

The mattress was soft, the sheets were like silk, and it was warm. I reached for him beside me, but realized I was alone. The curtains were closed over the window, and when I glanced at the clock on his nightstand, I saw it was noon.

I lay there for a while because his bed was just so damn comfortable. I hoped I hadn’t overstayed my welcome by sleeping over. Maybe I should have just taken a taxi home. Didn’t want to put pressure on something that was supposed to be casual.

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