Page 60 of Tamed By You

“Fuck you,” she moans. I grip her hips with such force I know I’m marking her. Her legs tighten around my hips as I brace a hand against the wall to steady myself.

“Do you think he could fuck you like this, Ali Cat…” I give her thrust after punishing thrust until she whimpers. “Say it,” I groan, between drilling her into the wall so hard, I fear we will go through it. “Tell me you won't date him.”

A breathless moan falls from her lips, her nails digging into my skin, but I welcome the sting.

“I…” She gasps her body showing signs she’s close to finding her release when she begins to shudder.

“Say it,” I growl, loudly this time, as I feel my balls tightening. I need her to say it, and just when I go to beg her again, the words fall from her lips in the sexist breathless moan I’ve ever heard.

“I won’t date him. I’m… I’m yours.” And that’s all I needed. I bury myself to the hilt, and she bears down as I pump into her.

“Come on, H,” she pants. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Fuck.” This woman. Her words are my undoing, making my heartbeat wildly. I drive in to with such a force her walls clamp around me and she starts to scream my name. Conscious of the guests hearing us, I bury her head into my neck to muffle her moans of pleasure and she bites down and sucks. I hiss at the feeling of her teeth sinking into my flesh, but it only intensifies the burning pleasure I’m experiencing.

I come hard, burying myself in her so deep I feel her spasm around me once again. Lifting my head, I press my lips to hers as we come down from our high together.

“What are you doing to me?” I mutter under my breath. Trying to process what the hell just happened here, why I reacted like that.

Untangling her legs from my hips, I pull out and place her down on her feet, and it’s only then that I realize. “Fuck!”

“What?” She looks down at where our bodies were just connected. Her dress still bunched around her waist.

“I forgot a condom.” I look up at her, waiting for her to curse at me and rightly so. I've never forgotten a condom, never lost my head the way I just did.

“Shit, baby, I’m so sorry, I just—”

“It’s fine. I have the implant and I’m clean. I always use—”

“Me too. I’ve never done it without one.”

She looks down and the evidence of our lack of self-control slides down the inside of her thigh. To my shock, she swipes her index finger through it, brings it to her mouth and licks the end of her finger, her hooded eyes meeting mine. “Mmmhm, we taste pretty good together.” She moans around her fingers.

Fuck me dead. This woman is another level.

That may be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

She repeats it again, but this time she brings her fingers to my lips, and I open my mouth and I suck. A salty, sweet taste explodes on my tongue, and it has my dick hardening again.

“I'd have to agree,” I tell her.

I reach for the box of tissues on the vanity and pass them to her so she can clean up.

“Is it weird that I find it hot as hell knowing you are walking out of here with my cum inside you?”

“Yeah, a little,” she laughs. “But I like it.”

“So, we agree. We aren’t going to fuck around or date anyone else?” I state, not willing to let this go.

“Harry, we talked about this. I don’t do the relationship thing.”

“I know. All I’m just suggesting is that we only fuck each other.” She eyes me curiously. “Look, when it's this good, why would we need to fuck anyone else? Besides, I’ll be back in London soon. Then we can do what we want, but for now, it’s just you and me… pinky promise.”

“You and the pinky,” she chuckles.

“I can think of somewhere I’d like to put my pinky.” I waggle my eyebrows suggestively, earning another light laugh from her.

She hooks her pinky with mine. “Pinky promise.” A satisfied feeling washes over me.

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