Page 79 of Living on the Edge

Leaving a mark will just remind her where it came from.

It might even make her want to come back for more.

I already know tonight won’t be enough.

I don’t know how many times I’ll need to fuck her to get her out of my system, but I plan to keep trying until I figure it out.

But first, I need to kiss her.

Until her mouth is completely in sync with mine…until our bodies are molded from shoulders to hips…until she can’t remember anything but me. Us. This.

I don’t know if there’s an us—she’s only here for a limited time—but it feels like there is. We’ve been butting heads and trading barbs for weeks now. But that’s not what I want.

She sighs against my mouth and opens her beautiful green eyes. They’re filled with hazy lust and casual desire. Like we have all the time in the world. And tonight, I suppose we do.

I roll my hips against hers and she runs her hand down to grip my erection.

“Is this all for me? No barrier?”

“I never go without a condom but right now all I can think about is how it’s going to feel to have your sweet cunt milking me.”

She groans, squeezing a little harder, but I move her hand. Then I take both hands in one of mine and hold them above her head.

I glide my cock through the wet heat of her lower lips and coat it with her arousal. The slickness makes it easy to tease her and I drag my cock up and down, taunting her clit with the tip. Our eyes are locked, watching each other as I keep her on the edge of arousal. Her lips are parted, breath coming in little huffs, her chest rising and falling.

This right here is sexual nirvana, and I smile before dropping my mouth to her neck. I suck on the soft, fleshy area just below her ear and she squirms beneath me.

“Angus…”

But I don’t stop.

I can’t.

Now that she’s put it in my mind, all I can think about is marking her. Letting her and everyone else know that she belongs to me. I don’t know for how long but tonight, tomorrow—for as long as we’re together—the whole world is going to know she’s mine.

I bite and suck and lick, in the same spot, over and over, the head of my cock slipping and sliding through the arousal between her legs. All while she wiggles and squirms and begs me to fuck her.

And finally…finally… after we’re both panting and desperate for release, I thrust hard and deep. Her eyes roll back as I bottom out, her mouth falling open in a silent cry. She shudders against me, and I realize she’s already coming, jerking as her pussy flutters and squeezes.

“That’s it,” I urge. “Make my cock nice and wet. Because I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not going to know your own name.”

She moans, clenching around me, and I still for a few seconds.

My cock pulses in protest, but I’m in total control.

I can hold on long enough to get her off a second time.

I watch her glassy gaze slowly start to sharpen as she looks at me.

Then she smiles.

“Fuck me, Angus.”

I pull out to the tip and then slam back in, beginning a pounding rhythm, going so hard and so deep that the bed starts to move. Every time my hips hit hers the mattress bounces up and our bodies slide closer to the edge, but I’m not worried about falling. I bite down on that spot below her ear again, adding a touch of pain to her pleasure, and she groans.

She wiggles, fighting against my hands, but I’m not ready to let go of control—I need her to completely surrender. To whatever this is between us. The spell I’ve been under almost since the moment I first saw her.

My breathing is erratic as I continue pounding into her and I plunge my tongue into her mouth. She hooks one leg around my ass and meets each thrust, our mouths moving almost as frantically as our bodies. Pleasure races down my spine and there’s nothing I can do to keep from spilling into her. But she’s right there with me, shouting my name as she shatters around me.

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