Page 69 of Impending Consent

She moaned around me and I almost fucking lost it. Her eyes met mine as she bobbed her head, smiling around me while her tongue worked in rhythm with her fist. No fucking mercy.

It was messy and beautiful and mine.

When I gritted my teeth and grabbed her wrist, she smiled, let me go, and crawled back up my body.

“You gonna fuck me now,husband?”

I flipped her over and pushed between her thighs. “I’m definitely going to fuck you now.”

“Promise?”

That was it.

I slid into her in one hard thrust and we both moaned. She was tight, warm, and soaked from my mouth on her pussy, making it easier for me to slam into her. I fucked her hard, like I needed her to feel me for days. My hips jerked forward and my hand wrapped around her throat with gentle pressure while I dug in that pussy.

“You feel that?” I growled in her ear.

“Shit, yes, I do…”

“Mine, Sail. All mine.”

“Yours. Definitely yours…”

I slammed into her, deeper and faster. Her nails dug into my back and her mouth dropped open when I hit that spot that made her fall apart.

And she did.

Her body clamped around me and she cried out, shaking under me, helpless to the orgasm I pulled from her like it wasmine to take. I chased my own release right behind her, grunting her name as I spilled inside her with my hips landing hard one last time.

When my weight pressed into her, I was still breathing heavy as hell, my heart was pounding in sync with hers against her chest, but my dick was still very much hard. Sail lifted her head and smiled.

“I’m not done yet.”

I brushed my mouth over hers. “Good because I’m not either.”

Chapter 17

Sailor

"What about Comfort Food? I haven't been there in ages."

Rival looked up from his coffee, considering. "Southern food. Sounds good to me."

After a morning that had left me feeling both physically satisfied and emotionally off-balance, we decided to do brunch. Having sex again shifted something between us, creating a new dynamic I wasn't entirely sure how to navigate. This time it wasn’t orgasms. We connected.

Sex had always been straightforward for me, a physical need, but with Rival, I felt different, more exposed somehow. The way he looked at me and touched me, like I was his, it was unsettling.

"I'll make a reservation. They’re always packed on Sundays." I reached for my phone.

Twenty minutes later, we were in his truck heading toward Brookwood Hills. I opted for casual. A sundress and Rival was typical Rival, dark jeans and a graphic tee that showed off the body I was now addicted to.

“Do you think your family has a group chat about us?”

I grinned and shook my head. “Nope. They said it all last night. Speaking of, what did Teej say to you before we left?”

"He wanted to make sure I understood what I was getting into. Said you were worth the trouble, but there would definitely be trouble."

"They make me sound horrible.”

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