Page 64 of Undeniably Enemies

I’m trembling, unable to stop.

“Look at me, baby. I want your eyes.” He makes quick, flickering glances at my face, his twisted in pleasure and awe as he starts to enter me. “Wren.” It’s a whispered caress over my lips as he works more of himself inside me, inch by inch. “Baby. So tight. So. Fucking. Tight.” He gives a shallow pump, both of us watching as he pushes in just a little more. His forehead drops to mine, and he cups my jaw, finally forcing my gaze. “Does it feel good? Am I hurting you?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“No, it doesn’t feel good, or no I’m not hurting you?”

“No to both.”

He chuckles and sucks on my lip. “Still a bitch, even after you come.”

I don’t smile, but it’s difficult. “Still a dick, but maybe you should talk less and use it more.”

“Is that what you want?”

On my next inhale, he impales me with a hard, fast thrust that knocks the wind from my lungs as he bottoms out in me. His face falls to my shoulder, and he bites into my flesh. It triggers my nails to meet his back and dig in. He wheezes out a heavy breath, his body shaking against mine. It’s so much, and he’s feeling it too.

Gripping my hips, he moves me over his hard length, sliding me back and forth as he counters the action. His eyes close, and his moans become muffled as he keeps his face against my tacky skin before he drags lower to my tits. Onebreast is captured in his mouth, and he sucks hard to the point where I know I’m going to be bruised.

“Hell,” I cry out, wrapping my legs around him and digging my heels into his ass. An ass that’s all freaking muscle and flexes as he starts to fuck me like he means it. Like a man on a mission. “You feel awful.”

Pulling away from my chest, his hand runs up my neck and slides into my hair, where he coerces my head back and my eyes up to his. I glare, forcing in my hatred, even as he fucks me. And fucks me. And fucking fucks me so hard and so goddamn good I can hardly keep my eyes open or my body upright. The angle is shallow, and I slide back, putting my weight on my forearms so he can pound me deeper.

“Then maybe you should fuck me back instead of acting like a dead fish,” he demands but doesn’t give me the choice as he picks me up off the counter, smacks my ass until I yelp, and takes us to the floor. I’m on top of him, sinking down on his cock and feeling him everywhere. He’s so big, and like this, I really feel it. I start to bounce, testing how deep I can take him.

“You’re boring. It’s like fucking my finger.”

He laughs mockingly. “If you were getting it half as good as I’m giving it to you now, you wouldn’t need your fingers or your ten thousand toys.”

That’s accurate, but I’ll never let him know it. “My toys fuck me better than you do.”

He slaps my breast and my ass before he squeezes each cheek and splits me open so he can fuck up deeper. “You’re such a brat. I should punish you for your mouth.”

“Fuck off,” I snap, knowing it’ll get a reaction from him. I push his shoulders down to the floor. Let him feel the bite of the wood. It doesn’t stop me from rising up and plunging down on him. “That good enough for you?”

“Hardly. My hand does a better job fucking me than you do,” he throws back at me.

“Oh,baby,” I mock. “I think we both know that’s not true.”

He lifts me off him and roughly knocks me down to the floor. Pushing my legs apart, he thrusts straight back inside me, almost to the point of pain. To the point where I’m ripping at his hair and crying out,begginghim to keep going, to keep fucking me, to make me feel it.

His hands capture my forearms, and before I can stop him or react, they’re above my head and locked in place. My eyes snap open, startled. His blue eyes are right over me, watching me, and I start to thrash.

He doesn’t get it. He thinks I’m simply fighting him as I have been. Sweat coats his brow, and I try to focus on him. On those beads of sweat, his blue eyes blackened with lust, and the flush of his cheeks. I don’t want him to see how this is making me feel. His chest meets mine, and he thrusts up into me over and over, pounding my pussy and hitting that spot on my front wall.

So. Close.

My hips circle as his become savage, and we create a fast, steady, earth-shattering pace.

“Let go of me.”

“You don’t get to make that call.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

He grips my ass, and I try not to grind harder into him, but it’s no use. “An asshole who’s about to make you come.”

He lets go of my wrists and lets loose. The mess and sweat and sweet pleasure of our bodies are more than I’ve ever experienced. He rolls and drives up while simultaneously slamming my lips to his. I come with a thunderous storm, crying out and writhing, moaning so loud there’s no holding it back.

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