Page 41 of Ruthless Legacy

I brush my hand across his brow. “You want to talk about it?”

“Depends. You wanna talk about why you were cruising tonight?”

“They’re gonna start this legacy shit up again. I said no to the guardian thing and now they’ve decided I’m a full-fledged legacy dweeb, no take backs.”

“And you think fucking strangers is gonna make them change their minds?”

I tuck my head under his chin. “No, I just I feel like I’m losing control of my life and I just want that control back.”

“Have you even considered that taking that route to regain control is going to makemelose control?”

“You don’t care who I hook up with.”

“Don’t, I?”

I shake my head. He doesn’t. He’s never once complained about Finn and Holden, and watched when I was with Pax.

“Oh, sweetness.” He groans, reaching between us and sliding the zipper of my pants down. “I care who you give this pussy to.” He slips his hands into the opening, and under my panties, toying with my clit, making me wet. “I’m just willing to make concessions for those idiot neighbors of yours, so long as you give it to me, too.”

“Finn and Holden?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“But no one else?” I gasp, arching into his touch.

“I guess, Pax, since you’ve already been with him, and those three do everything together.”

“He’s a non-issue.” I pant.

He grunts, crushing his mouth against mine, before working his fingers inside me, swirling them around and using his thumb to press down on my clit. I should’ve taken my clothes off when he told me too, because now they’re in the way.

I wiggle, using one hand to push my pants down. He finally gets the hint and pushes me onto my back to help me pull them off. My panties join them on the floor. Then his tongue is swiping through my slit. My back bows off the bed at that first lick and the burst of pleasure.

“Where are you going?” He hooks his hands around my thighs, pulling me to his mouth. His tongue flicks across my clit, his thumbs teasing my opening. “God.” He groans. “I’ve missed your taste.”

My legs shake as he works me over with his mouth. I’m close already. I grip his hair, holding on as I writhe underneath him, holding him to me, as he soaks up my pleasure. He pulls back before I detonate. I push him onto his back, kissing down the length of his body, stroking his cock. “Your turn.”

I swirl my tongue along the head slowly, taking him into my mouth a little at a time, set on driving him crazy. His hips snap up as I use my mouth and hands to push him to the edge. With each bob of my head, I take him a little deeper. My goal is to press my nose to his silken curls.

“Oh no, you don’t.” He pulls me off his cock and drags me back up his body. Flipping us over, he says, “It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you.”

He moves away, for as long as it takes to retrieve and roll on a condom, then he’s sliding into me in one fluid stroke.

I groan his name as he fills me. “You sound so sexy, groaning my name like that. Does it feel good, sweetness?”

“Yes.”

“How good?”

“So. Fucking. Good.” I say, as he rocks into me. Each stroke harder than the last.

“You like the way I fuck you?”

“Y-yes.”

He stops moving. My eyes flutter open. “Wolfe?”

“Hmm?”

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