Page 86 of Shadow and Skulls

I spread my knees apart, settling all my weight against his cock. His fingers dig into my hips painfully as he begins to dragme over his dick. My head falls back. Fuck, this feels so good. He stands abruptly, quickly carrying me down the hall and into the bedroom.

My ass bounces on the mattress when he drops me there. I scoot up the bed, shedding his t- shirt … he follows as he strips himself of his jeans.

He pumps his cock a few times before lining himself up and slowly entering me. When my eyes fall closed, he grabs me around the throat.

“Look at me,” he orders.

His fingers tighten and release around my neck with each pump of his hips. I’m wound so tight my legs begin to shake.

An ornery grin pulls at his mouth. “Don’t you dare come yet.”

Fuck.

He’s going so slow I can feel every ridge of his cock, every twitch … everything. I feel everything.

“Tank, please,” I moan, digging my nails into his forearms as he braces himself over me.

He loves to watch his dick slide into me and that makes this even more unbearable. He looks so fucking hot, bracing himself over me. The way his eyes roll up to mine almost tips me over the edge.

“You want to come now?” he asks.

Another long stroke. Oh fuck. My eyes roll back into my head, and he laughs low.

His fingers tighten around my throat, and he lowers his face close to mine. “I’ll never let you go … never,” he growls, tipping me right over the edge.

I fall, and the minute I hit bottom, he picks up his pace, edging me back to the top. That’s where my brain completely shuts down, my head vacant of all thought. A euphoria enters my veins, consuming every fiber of my being, pulling me higher and higher, and then we fall … together.

The crash will be worth it.

At least that’s what I tell myself in the moment.

Chapter Thirty-One

Tank

I’ve decided her fingers tracing over my chest is my favorite thing in the entire world.

She stops and turns to look up at me. “I have to tell them about this.”

I keep my face blank. It’s for her to decide how much they know about what happened last night.

Her chin rests on her fist. I let my fingers trail lightly down her spine. Her skin is beautiful in the morning sunlight.

“I’m not going to apologize for needing you, though.”

My eyes trail my fingers, reveling in the way her skin pebbles under my touch.

“Are you even listening? Aren’t you going to try and talk me out of it?” she huffs.

I laugh, making us both bounce. “Do what you think is best, little shadow. I’m not afraid of Dan.”

She rolls off me to stare at the ceiling.

Reluctantly, I sit up. Jesse will be here soon. Her fingers dance lightly down my back, and I glance over my shoulder.

“Little shadow,” I warn.

She laughs and sits up, pressing a kiss to the center of my shoulder blades. “Will you go see her when you’re in Iowa?” she asks, wrapping her arms around my waist and hiding her face against my back.

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