Page 75 of A Fine Line

I frown, my heart stopping in my chest at his words. “What are you talking about?”

“You can get pregnant,” he says with a shrug. “At some point, they put a contraceptive device inside you, and then made it out like you were infertile.”

He slides his bare dick against my pussy, his gaze on my chest as he mutters, “I didn’t want to tell you.”

“Then why did you tell me?”

He huffs out a laugh as he replies, “Nettie shamed me into it. Initially, I wasn’t going to.”

“And here I thought Tony Andersen didn’t have any shame.”

All humor falls from his face, and he searches my eyes for a moment before whispering, “Only with you.”

I frown, my hands moving up to grip his wrists as I try to speak, but he continues, “Typically, I don’t give a fuck what people think of me. I have my small inner circle, who are a slight exception to that rule, but my people know me and accept me for who I am—thorns and all. I literally don’t have any fucks for anyone else, but then you showed up and fucked it all to hell. Because for some crazy fucking reason, I don’t just want you to look at me as if I’m the only man in the world. I want you to look at me like there’s no better man than me. And I know the only way that will happen is if it’s true.”

“Are you saying I make you want to be a better man?”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” he says dryly. “But I definitely wanna be better than the type of man you’re used to. I want you to trust me implicitly, to seek me out for every need that you’ll ever have.”

He settles his weight between my legs, his hard cock resting against my pussy, and I instinctively press my hips up, rubbing against him. He attempts to move away, but I bring my legs up and wrap them around his waist, my heels digging into his ass. His breath catches in his throat as he asks, “What are you doing, sweetheart?”

I smile, my hands moving to his ass as I rotate my hips and grind my slick cunt against him. “Whatever I want.”

He growls low in his chest and then groans as I move my hips back at just the right angle so the tip of his cock slides inside me. “That’s right, baby.” I slide my hands up his back, so my hands are on his shoulders, and then pull myself up to lick and bite his ear. “Do you feel how wet you make me?”

His response is a mixture of a moan and a chuckle, and the sound vibrating against the skin of my neck sends a shudder down my spine, so I rotate my hips again, taking more of him inside me. He licks a path up the side of my neck to my ear and mutters breathlessly, “Oh, fuck, that’s good. Holy shit, you’re so fucking wet for me.”

I hook my feet around his thighs and buck my hips up, gasping as his cock slides in deeper. “You like that? You like sliding into me, knowing there’s nothing between us?”

He moves his hands to the mattress on either side of my head, attempting to ease away from me, but I tighten my arms and legs around him, attempting to hold him in place. He laughs shakily. “Hold on, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere; I just wanna do it right.”

“I don’t see how there’s a wrong way for you to put it in me.”

He moves more of his weight back onto his knees, lifting his upper body away from me with one arm braced against the mattress as he uses his free hand to loosen my grip on his back.

I fall back onto the mattress, my arms and legs relaxing as he eases away, staring down at me. “The only way you’re getting my cum is if your quivering cunt pulls it out of me. You’re gonna have to beg me for it.”

My pussy clenches at his words, heat rolling over me as he moves backward until he’s lying face-down, flat on the bed, and his hot breath is between my legs. He doesn’t tease me or ease his way in. He lays the flat of his tongue against my clit and licks as he slides two fingers inside me, pushing them deep.

Any thought on whether I’ll be able to come again leaves my mind as his lips, tongue, and fingers drive me steadily higher. My hands move into his hair, my feet shifting beneath me until I’m rubbing my pussy against his face, shamelessly riding his tongue, moaning, gasping, and cursing until pleasure rips through me.

I’m trembling all over, my hands releasing his hair, and then he’s kneeling before me, rubbing his wet hand on his cock, the smile on his face one of wanton self-satisfaction. He dribbles saliva directly onto his dick, smearing it around, and then he’s pressing between my legs, sliding inside in one smooth motion.

He grabs my hips in his hands and pulls me up as he says, “Brace yourself, sweetheart. Touch yourself as I fuck you. Rub your fingers on that needy little clit until we get another one out of you.”

I do as I’m told, bracing my feet again and lifting my hips so only my upper body is on the mattress. I move one arm out to balance myself and then move my other hand between my legs, rubbing firm circles in time with the hard, measured strokes of his cock inside me. “Oh, god. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, that feels good. Don’t stop.”

His eyes close for a moment, his head tilting back as he says, “No chance of that, sweetheart. Not a fucking chance.”

He continues to pump into me rhythmically, intent on pulling that last orgasm out of me, and I’m slightly shocked to feel it right there. Taunting me. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

His eyes open, and he stares down at me, panting slightly as he says through his gritted teeth, “Not yet, sweetheart. You’re gonna beg for it. You’re gonna beg me to fill you up.”

His words send a ricochet of pleasure through me, and I sob as the heat crests, my breath catching in my throat. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I sob on a long moan. “Please. Oh, fuck. Give it to me. Give it all to me.”

Tony releases his hold on my hips, lowering my ass onto the mattress, his upper body falling forward so his chest is pressed against my breasts. His arms move around my shoulders, so his hands are cupping my head, and then his lips are on mine, and he’s moaning, cursing into my mouth with his throbbing cock pushed deep inside me.

I barely manage to keep my eyes open as I shake with pleasure, but he’s staring at me, and the look of pure rapture on his face is hypnotizing.

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