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“What?” I asked, pulling back from him.

“I thought you were never going to say it,” he said with a cocky grin.

I narrowed my eyes on him and then let my hands roam down to his jeans. He jerked when I unbuttoned them and slipped my hand inside. His eyes closed as I took his thick cock into my hand.

Letting go as he rolled to his side, I watched as he kicked his jeans off and rolled a condom over his dick. There was a brief flash of disappointment at the thought of having a barrier between us, but I knew it wasn’t smart to do anything else. This wasn’t an ideal time for me to get pregnant. We were alreadygoing to have to figure things out between us, and work on my issues, and the last thing we needed was to add a baby into that equation.

I let the thoughts drift away when his weight settled back on top of me, his eyes burning into me as he pushed his way inside of my body. I sucked in a deep breath as he slid into me slowly. My pussy was so wet it felt like we’d done this a dozen times. His hand closed over my wrist, and he forced it above my head as he leaned into me.

“Tell me again,” he said as he kissed me gently. “Say it, Billie.”

I smiled as I stared into his eyes. “I want you to fuck me, Toxic. Now. Fast.”

“Goddamn, that’s sexy.” He narrowed his eyes and then surged forward. He took my lips again, his hips working slowly against me.

Now that I was being honest with both of us, I didn’t want to hold back. I wanted him. Wanted to give him all of myself.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt anything as good as this. He filled me up; the stretch of my body as he surged into me was pleasure and torment combined.

He kept thrusting into me and kissing me with the kind of intensity I’d never experienced before. He made love to me like it was the last time he was going to be with me. Like this was all there was. All that mattered. His hands roamed over my body as he fucked me, making me arch up into him.

With every press deeper into my body, I surged higher. If I thought the earlier orgasm he gave me was good, it was nothing compared to what was coming. My thighs were shaking as I wrapped my legs around his hips, hooking my ankles over each other at his back.

“God, Billie, you're so tight. You feel so damn good.” He let out a deep groan. “So wet.”

The sounds he was making, the words he was saying, were so sexy. I closed my eyes, arching into him as his hands slipped over my breasts, squeezing me there before trailing up my arms to my hands and pinning them over my head.

He kept working my body over, the hard press of his chest against my nipples felt like perfection. He shifted my wrists until he was holding them pinned with one hand. His second delved between our bodies and I couldn’t hold in the gasp as his finger slipped over my clit.

He pulled out until just the head of his cock was still inside me. “Don’t you dare come, Billie. I want you to wait until I tell you it’s okay. I'm going to play with your pussy while I fuck you until you scream. Until you beg me to let you come.”

He pressed into me, and I struggled against the desire to come right then and there. Just his order not to, pushed me closer to the edge. He felt so damn good, I was barely holding back, but he wanted me to wait.

“How am I supposed to last when you keep touching me?” I gasped out as he continued to plunge into my body while his finger slid back and forth over my clit.

His eyes blazed as they looked down at me, a sly grin forming. He let go of my hands and sat up on his knees. He grabbed my ankles, pulled me over onto my belly. He pulled on my hips until I was on my knees, my head pillowed on my forearms. He thrust back inside my body before I had a chance to process what he was doing.

“Fuck, Billie, you’re so hot and tight,” he rasped as he plunged deep inside my pussy.

I cried out, rocking with him as he continued to strum his fingers over my clit. He was hitting a spot deep inside my core that was making me tense up with every movement. He’d asked me to wait, but he was doing everything he could to make me lose control.

I dug my nails into my own arm, the sensations he was giving me making me feel out of control. Like I was flying toward an edge and into a canyon without knowing what was coming next. The pain helped me focus. I’d never been this turned on by anyone and I didn’t know what to expect. “I need to come, Toxic,” I gasped. “Please, please, please…”

He didn’t hold back, thrusting faster as he pushed my body higher. “Good girl,” he rumbled. “Come for me, Lightning.”

As though that was what my body was waiting for, I shattered. My body convulsed under his hands and he kept thrusting into me until he roared as he found his release.

The pleasure was unlike anything I’d felt before. It was like there were lightning bolts going off behind my eyelids as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into me. He continued to stroke inside my body, driving me higher and higher as my body squeezed and clutched him inside me.

By the time we both crashed down onto the mattress, I was reduced to nothing but panting and gasping. He pulled me in close, holding me in his arms as my body throbbed and tingled. Now that my body was sated, I was able to focus on the fact that every molecule of my being was satisfied with my decision to give myself to him. It wasn’t just sex. He made sure I knew that by insisting that I agree to be his old lady.

He wanted me. And that made my heart flutter in my chest. I'd fallen in love with this man and had been so busy trying to avoid the connection that I hadn't even realized it.

I buried my face in his chest and allowed myself to drift. There would be time later to worry about what might come in the future. For now, nothing could penetrate the bubble of bliss he’d created within me.

CHAPTER 29

Toxic

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