Page 50 of Mind Maze

She sits up on her elbow and frowns at me. “How long has she been missing? Did someone kidnap her?”

Her concern for me is thoughtful, but I’m too distracted by her swollen lips. Did Theo kiss her again? The sudden urge to erase him from her body has me lifting up to kiss her. She smiles against my kiss before gently pushing me back.

“As much as I like you like this, we’re in the middle of a conversation, Caius.”

Since she’s avoiding my kiss, I press my lips to her neck and suck the flesh into my mouth. I make sure to pull fast and hard, sure to make another visible mark.

“Caius,” she murmurs, relaxing onto the bed. “You’re avoiding talking about this.”

“Talk later,” I rasp against her neck. “I need inside you, love.”

She whimpers and doesn’t push me away when I kiss her again on the mouth. I roll my body onto hers, enjoying the fact her body is pinned and at my mercy. My hand slips beneath her shirt, easily finding one of her perfect tits.

“You taste like alcohol,” she says between kisses. “Are you drunk?”

“On you.”

She giggles and I can’t help but grin too. My entire life has been serious. With her, there are lighter, playful moments. Is that how normal people behave?

“The bartender wanted me,” I admit, wondering if it’ll make her jealous. “I could have had her.”

She smacks the side of my arm. “Seriously? Get off me.”

I bite at her bottom lip and tug before releasing it. My eyes bore into hers. “All I could think about was you. I don’t want her. I want to be here. You’re the only one who knows how to drive me crazy.”

The contented sigh that rushes from her makes me smile again. Her eyes dart all over my face as if to catalogue the expression in her mind. While she’s getting her fill, I start pulling off her T-shirt. Once I’ve tossed it away, I sit up on my knees so I can remove her shorts as well.

She’s now naked and waiting for me.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I murmur as I rip off my boxers. “Drives me insane.”

Her long legs wrap around me, pulling me closer to her. I crash my mouth to hers, kissing her with unveiled passion. My cock, hard and leaking pre-cum, is nestled against her pussy, just waiting for entry. Rather than getting right to it, we continueto kiss deeply, our hands running over each other’s flesh as we get to know one another’s bodies.

When she starts squirming, I know she wants to escalate what we’re doing.

“Want me to lick your pussy?” I ask, mouth hovering over hers.

“Yes, but later. Right now, I need to feel connected to you again. I love that feeling.”

I reach between us to grip my cock and then tease her slick hole. She sucks in a sharp breath when I press into her. Though she’s aroused and wet, it’s still an effort to push into her tight body. It takes a few shallow strokes to get my cock slicked up before I’m able to fully thrust into her.

“This feeling,” she rasps out, shuddering in pleasure. “It’s so…intense.”

I nip at her lip and then jaw. “You fucking love it.”

When she nods, I start thrusting hard. The need to come is overwhelming. I’m not sure if I can get her to come just from fucking her, so I slide my fingers over her clit, rubbing furiously. This seems to set her body on fire. She claws at my shoulders and makes strangled sounds of pleasure.

“It hurts,” she reveals, panting. “But it also feels good. I can’t explain it.”

I pinch her clit and she lets out a yelp. “I get it. Stop talking and orgasm. I’m not going to last. You feel too damn good to keep from coming.”

She thrashes beneath me, the pleasure of my touch grabbing hold of her. I continue to thrust hard enough into her the lampshade on the bedside table wobbles in tandem with each buck of my hips.

A keening sound tears from her, signaling her release. Each muscle in her body tightens before she erupts in full-bodiedtrembles. As she quivers wildly and her pussy milks my cock, I lose all control of my own pleasure.

My nuts tighten and then bliss rushes down my spine. Hot cum spurts out of me, gushing into her shaking body. Not pulling out and filling her up instead feels nearly as good as the orgasm itself. I have my brain yelling at me to pull out and come all over her taut stomach, but the primal, all male part of me keeps bucking until every last drop has spilled out of me.

Last time, I bolted because I was afraid of my feelings for her.

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