Page 55 of The Opposite Effect

I’m not angry at Clara. I’m furious with myself. I’ve wanted this for months, and now I’m the one putting up barriers. But this is a rule I’m not willing to break. Clara has already forced me to break many rules I said I never would, and I’m not willing to back down on another.

Clara reinforces her firm stance. “You don’t fuck without a condom?”

I nod.

“Just like you don’t mess with members of your crew? And you don’t bring girls back to your apartment?”

“Exactly,” I reply, nodding.

My eyes follow Clara’s hand as she runs it down her naked body. “Member of your crew, and the last time I checked, I was still a girl.”

“That you are,” I mutter while dropping my heavy-lidded gaze to her glistening slit.

Just like its owner, Clara’s pussy is prim and proper. If it weren’t for the small strip of light-colored hair running down the middle, it would be entirely bare. It is pink and smooth, and I have no doubt it tastes even better than it looks.

Dragging my eyes away from the pussy I’m dying to be immersed in, I lock them with a pair of eyes I haven’t seen in months. Clara’s gaze has the same determined look they had when she fought for her position at Inked. They show her mind is made up, and she isn’t leaving this shower until she gets what she came here for.

So I guess I’m going to have to give it to her.

Clara’s throat works hard to swallow when I push off my feet and slowly stalk toward her. For every step I take, the anger raging in her eyes dulls from a fierce stormto a faint mist.

“Do you want to come, Princess?” My words are gravelly and deep as excitement thickens my blood.

She stares me straight in the eyes before unashamedly nodding.

“I don’t need a condom to make you come.”

Any protests spilling from her lips muffle into an erotic moan when I fall to my knees in front of her, hoist her leg over my shoulder, and suck her throbbing clit into my mouth. Her thighs clamp around my head as my tongue is swamped by the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.

“Oh, Jesus,” Clara moans, gripping the back of my head with her hand to draw me in even closer. “Don’t stop.”

“No chance of that happening.” Especially since I’ve now had a taste of her, there’s no chance I’ll give this up.

Clara’s back arches, her hips thrusting forward as my tongue runs the length of her silky-smooth slit. I gather every drop of the arousal slicking her pussy with more wetness than the water pumping from the showerhead.

When I spear my tongue inside her, she grows wetter, and her groans become more feral.

“Brax,” she purrs, her voice husky and strained as she writhes against me. “It feels so good…”

I suck her, lick her, devour every fucking inch of her until she screams my name in a startled cry. I growl, and my cock throbs when my tongue is coated with evidence of her climax. She quivers against my mouth as her ear-piercing cries slowly simmer to a husky moan. Hearing my name torn from her throat during ecstasy is the most thrilling thing I’ve ever heard. It was just how I anticipated—throaty, breathless, and ball-tighteningly sweet.

I slow down the lashings of my tongue, trying to gently bring her back from the earth-shattering climax surging through her body. Once her violent convulsions weaken, I place a final lickon her pulsating clit before standing, meeting her eye to eye. Her heavy-hooded gaze is blazing, but unlike before we entered the bathroom, her eyes are fired with nothing but lust. Just seeing her sexually satiated look has me wanting to bang my chest like a caveman.

Maybe Clara was right. Maybe I am a beast?

“Are you ready for round two?”

Her eyes flash before she nods.

“Put your foot onto the step,” I instruct while nudging my head to the tiled step on my right.

A grin tugs my lips high when she does as told without a protest. Although I said earlier Clara was going to control the pace of our exchange, now that I’ve tasted her, the dynamic has switched. Once my natural dominance is unleashed, there’s no chance of reeling it back in. Thankfully, from the impish gleam in her eyes, I don’t think she’s concerned with the change of power.

I lift my eyes to Clara’s flushed face. “Now I’m going to fuck you hard and fast in the shower as you requested.”

Her breathing pants out as her eyes brighten with excitement.

“Only using these,” I continue, wiggling my fingers in the air.

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