Page 74 of Restrictions

Her tongue darts out and she licks just the tip, causing my hips to jerk forward, my dick begging for more.

She peers up, showing me the less wholesome and the more carnal side of her as she takes me in her mouth. My dick presses against the back of her throat before she pulls back a bit, letting her tongue slide along the shaft as she removes her mouth again, making me groan.

“Don’t treat me like I’m breakable or like I can’t handle you. I can.”

I nod as her hand strokes me up and down and her mouth meets the tip again. Her tongue finds the tip, teasing me as her hand wraps around my cock.

Her warm mouth feels incredible, mixed with the pressure and stroke of her grip and as badly as I want to come, I want control more.

I grab under her arms and pull her off my dick and up to me, her eyes locking on mine, fury behind them, her breathing rapid.

“You can’t handle me.”

Her fingernails scrape against my chest as she pulls them down from pec to my abs, not drawing blood, but leaving marks. “Try. Me.”

I grasp her hips spinning us so I’m now facing the bed as my lips find the crook of her neck, sucking with just enough pressure to elicit a moan from deep within her throat. “You don’t see me. No one does.”

Her nails dig into my biceps as she leans her head back, granting my hungry mouth better access. “I. Do.”

I don’t want that to be true.

My teeth nip at her skin and down over her chest, popping a hardened nipple into my mouth as I vigorously suck and bite, pulling a quick yelp from her, but she doesn’t push me away.

“Take it out on me, Asher.” Her nails continue their penetrating hold in my arms as I move back to her lips, punishing them with an unyielding kiss. Her hands slide to my back, clawing me as they go, and her kiss is just as brutal.

I’ve never wanted anyone so fucking bad.

I guide her body down onto my bed, her head finding the pillow as I slide between her legs. I grab her hands, my fingers lacing with hers. I press her much smaller hands to the bed and my lips find her neck again.

Her hands tryto pull away, but my hold is firm as my lips move back to hers.

“We aren’t a couple.”

She parts her thighs looking up at me. “Do you need me to say that again before you fuck me?”

I swallow hard as I look into her defiant gaze. “It’s fucking confusing. Talking about feelings and shit. Real things. Taking care of Baz. I don’t want to confuse things.”

“I’m not confused.” She looks confident and sure.

“Things can get complicated real fast.”

“Not with us.” Her hips move forward just enough to brush my cock over the wetness between her thighs. I groan, my body revolting as my mouth won’t shut the fuck up.

“I won’t get lost in you.”

Her fingers grip mine tighter as her hands stay beneath mine. “I think you’re already hooked.”

Please don’t let that be true.

I thrust into her, her head tipping back as my face sinks into the crook of her neck. I pull back, my hips thrusting forward again, punishing her for implying I’m already too far gone.

I hold her hands hostage, my lips finding hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure as I move inside of her with vigor while she allows me to have the control I need.

Every time I slam into her, I’m met with her hips, rolling with acceptance, taking my fury. Taking my pain. Taking every inch of my anguish.

Her teeth bite my bottom lip as she kisses me, giving the abuse back to me, only making me hotter as I move inside her.

“Fuck, Viv.”

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