Page 28 of Vengeful Rotten Casualties

“Not even if you beg.” How can I make her understand that the second I get inside of her, I’m going to want to stay there? That there’s no place on this Earth that’s been tempting me for this long?

Her nails scrape against my flesh, causing goosebumps to rise along my spine. “It’s okay, Luc,” she replies. “I’m ready for it. Iwantit.”

My abs clench and before I can convince myself not to pass this point, I smash my lips against hers. I drink her in, letting her taste her own pussy on my tongue as I reach between us and cup a bare breast. Her breath hitches, but I don’t let her go as I feather the tips of my fingers over the tip of her nipple before pinching down.

Micki jerks back and I quickly shift my other hand to cup the back of her skull, keeping her head from slamming against the wood frame once more as a whimper escapes her lips. Her legs and arms are locking her to the front of my body, but it’s not enough. I need to be naked too.

Keeping my fingers in her hair, I release her nipple and heft her higher with my palm under her ass, turning and striding towards the bed across the room. Her back hits the sheets and she sighs as I stand up. Her arms slide against the Egyptian cotton and she moans as she undulates against the mattress.

God damn, she’s going to be the death of me. I step back and shuck my pants and underwear, delving quickly into my pocket for my wallet. I withdraw the condom stashed there and toss the rest of it to the floor with my clothes. There’s so much I want to do to her, with her, but I’m over being teased by her very presence.

I step up between her thighs and she looks up at me with a smile. “What now?” she asks.

I swallow. She’s got complete and utter control of me and she knows it. I should feel emasculated by that, or at the very least irritated, but I don’t. I don’t mind that she’s in control. I don’t mind that this is the way she wants it. I’ll have her any way I can take her.

I hold up the condom and then drop it to the sheets by her head. She turns and looks at it for a brief moment. “You’re running out of opportunities to stop me,” I say lightly as I smooth my hands up her thighs, spreading them apart until the glittering remainder of her orgasm is visible to me. Her little clit is red and swollen, practically begging me for attention. I can’t say no to it, so I reach down and rub my thumb lightly over it.

Micki gasps. “I told you I don’t want to stop you.”

“Do you want me to use that?” I ask, nodding towards the condom.

Her teeth skim over her bottom lip as I smooth my thumb down and press it back into her entrance, feeling her clench around me once more. “I…” A tinge of pink steals across her cheeks. “Do you want to use it?” she asks instead.

A growl rumbles in my chest. “I don’t want anything between us,” I tell her. “I want to fuck you and come inside you and fill you to the fucking brim.”

She hums, her hands sliding down until they’re on her stomach, moving towards the apex of her thighs. “Do you want to see me pregnant, Luc?” she asks.

My fucking insides tighten.Oh. I’d never thought of it. I mean, I’m no idiot. I know what happens when a man and a woman have unprotected sex—babies. But it’d never occurred to me thatthatis what I’m risking with her. The idea of fucking her raw, in my mind, is more about feeling every inch of her along my shaft. It’s about pleasure. It’s about getting as close to her as I possibly can. But the thought of her round and big with my baby … yeah. I guess I can’t fuck with Abel anymore. I get it now.

Before I can sort through my head and give her an answer, Micki’s eyes meet mine and she gives me a sad smile. “I’m sorry to tell you that it won’t happen,” she says. “I can’t get pregnant even if you try. But you should know I’ve been with a lot of people over the last five years. I don’t even remember half of them. I’ve been tested, of course, regularly, but if you’d rather—”

“I trust you,” I shove the words out before she can continue and pull my hand from her pussy. Using both palms under her ass, I push her up the bed until there’s enough room for me to crawl after her.

“You shouldn’t.” I pause. The words are so quiet that I barely hear them. Just below a whisper—as if she didn’t mean to say them. Her eyes move to a point over my shoulder, avoiding my gaze as her hands leave her stomach and go up, sliding beneath the pillows.

Gently, I reach past her, grabbing one and tucking it beneath her neck. “You want to tell me what you mean by that?” I ask, hovering over her, our chests nearly brushing.

She shakes her head. I bite my lower lip, wanting to press the issue, but I don’t. Instead, I switch back to her earlier statement. “When did you find out you couldn’t have kids?”

Finally, she glances my way, but instead of an answer, her hands move to my hips and she drags me down her until her nipples brush over my chest. My dick throbs. “Do you really want to talk about that or do you want to fuck me, Luc?” she demands.

“I always want to fuck you, pretty girl,” I reply easily enough. I trace my fingers along the side of her face, pushing her hair back before I press my thumb over the center of her throat, feeling the sharp thrum of her heartbeat beneath her flesh. “But you’re so much more than a good fuck.”

Micki blinks as if shocked by that statement and when she tries to glance away again, I grab her chin and force her to look at me. “If a fuck is what you want, though…” I reach between us and grip my cock by the base, guiding it towards her sopping wet entrance. “Then it’s what you can have.” I circle the head against her, driving both myself and her to the brink of insanity.

“Luc…” Her hips lift and seek me out, but I pull back, just out of reach.

I speak through clenched teeth. “Not yet, Micki.”

She groans. “When?” she demands.

I thrust over her mound, wetting the underside of my cock with her. The friction it creates against her clit makes her eyes blow open wide. She gapes up at me, lips parted, eyes glimmering with that lost, lustful look. “When I make sure you know exactly who’s fucking you.”

“I know who’s fucking me, Luc,” she pants, reaching for me. Nails score against my biceps, long scratches arching down to my elbows. The little bursts of pain only make me that much harder. “You’re fucking me. Please. I want it.”

I want more thanwantfrom her. I want fuckingneed. I want beyond desire. I want obsession. I want the same I give to her.

Everything.

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