Page 32 of Forbidden Cravings

I wiped my mouth with my finger before licking it clean and rising. Shrugging, I grabbed my sweatshirt and cleaned my chest off, his eyes following my every move. He looked stunned, his eyes creasing until he clenched his jaw.

“I don’t, do I?”

Shaking my head, I gave him a grin. “Why did you delay my flight?”

“Because it’s my fucking plane, and I wanted to come in your mouth.”

“Well, you did, but I still had time to make my flight.”

He arched his brow, stepping over to me, his hand running up my body and encircling my neck. The moan I released was animalistic.

“You like it rough, sweetheart?”

When he called me that, it twisted my insides into knots. “Definitely.”

He yanked me closer. “I delayed the plane because I’m not done fucking you. You played a dangerous game, distracting me while I was on the phone.”

“Are you going to punish me for it?” I gave him my most innocent look.

“Punish? Nah, I leave that for shitheads I need to fuck up with my fists. You, I’m going to torment until you’re begging for me to let you come.”

A weird whine slipped from my lips as his fingers tightened on my neck. His other hand ran down my hips before moving between my legs.

“Are you wet for me, Case?”

“Soaked.”

He penetrated me with two fingers, his groan loud and mingled with my cry.

“Good, because you’re gonna ride me until I’m ready to forgive you and rip that climax from your body. That plane doesn’t leave until you’ve come around me enough to ensure you won’t be using that mouth or that pussy on another man when you’re away from me.”

I leaned into him. “Are you claiming me?”

“Oh, I claimed you last night, Case. Now I’m marking my territory.”

He pulled my mouth to his, kissing me with such intensity that my knees buckled. Picking me up, he walked us to the bed and sat, wrapping my legs around him. He was hard again, and I lifted, guiding him into me and sighing loudly when he filled me to the hilt. He dropped his hands to my hips, grasping them tight. There was nothing that compared to the feeling of having him inside me, nothing but the way my heart soared when he was touching me.

I dropped my head, smashing my lips into his and loving how his hands left my waist to encase my breasts. His touch was firm, and it coaxed my building climax, calling to it so that I was pushing down on him, needing him as deep as he could reach. He stopped me and I grumbled as he flipped me to my back roughly. My stomach knotted in anticipation. Grabbing my wrists, he held them over my head, hovering over me. I pushed my pelvis toward him, wanting him inside of me again, but he only chuckled and nipped my lip.

He pushed my legs apart further with his knee, and his hand slid down my waist until two fingers sank into me. I bucked, pushing them further as a deep moan escaped.

“That’s it, sweetheart. I want to feel you coming all over my fingers.”

“I thought you wanted me coming around your dick,” I said, my voice hoarse.

His thumb brushed over my clit before his fingers began fucking me the way he had moments earlier. I thrashed at his touch, writhing as my climax closed in on me like a train barreling down the path and ready to derail.

“Oh, you will. This is just my warm-up.”

He dropped his mouth to my chest, tugging my nipple between his teeth, his fingers making just the right move and sending me crashing, my climax tearing through me so hard that I screamed.

“That’s it, Case. Come for me.”

His mouth smothered mine, and he drew his fingers from me, his firmness filling me quickly. The death grip he had on my wrists kept them secure, and my body jerked from the force of his thrusts. I was on fire again, my waning release given no time to fade as pleasure riddled my body. His hand slid over my breasts, still damp from my orgasm, and he released my lips, dipping his head to lick the dampness from my skin. His moan cut me to the core, beckoning my release with the same power his thrusts had. The longer he played with my nipples, the fiercer my need to break until his pace increased and I lost it, my body convulsing. He slammed into me so deep the intensity of my climax doubled, and I cried out, fighting his hold on my wrists because I wanted to touch him, to sink my nails into his back, to tug at his hair while the waves of rapture worked their way through me.

I dug my heels into his back, forcing him deeper and hearing his grunt. He released my wrists, his teeth tugging my nipple before letting it go, and I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the shake of his muscles. He lifted his eyes to me, before pulling me so that I was astride him.

“I told you I wanted you riding me, Case. Now ride me like you own me.” The rasp of his voice was sexy and when hebrought the fingers that had been in me to his mouth and sucked them clean, I almost shattered again.

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