Page 61 of Strictly Business

She bites her bottom lip, shaking her head, and fuck if that doesn’t send a surge of possessiveness through me. The idea of anyone not cherishing every inch of her infuriates me—but it also ignites something primal inside me.

Her blush deepens as her gaze meets mine. “Not like you.”

“Good.” I rise to my feet, cupping her face in my hands. “Because we’re not done yet.”

Her breathing hitches, lips parting in a desperate gasp as tug down my sweatpants, along with my boxers in a single motion. Her eyes widen at the sight, a deep blush creeping across her skin.

I pull back slightly, my eyes scanning her face, breath coming fast. “I don’t have any condoms,” I admit. “I don’t bring girls here.”

Her eyes drop to my hard cock, standing at attention for her. “I always used condoms with Liam.”

The name brings a sharp sting, the anger bubbling inside me. Hate hearing his fucking name from her lips. I want her to remember no one but me.

I grip her thighs tighter, spreading them wider as I press her back against the cool surface of the kitchen island. “You want me to fuck you bare?” I ask, teasing her slick, soaked cunt with the head of my cock. “You want to feel my cock inside of you with no barriers?” The sight of her like this—flushed, needy, utterly at my mercy—fuels every raw, possessive urge burning through me.

She looks at me, a faint flush spreading across her cheeks. “Yes.”

“You’re soaked for me, Amara,” I groan, running the tip of my cock through her cunt, gathering the evidence of her need for me. “Look at this mess. I want every drop of it.” I lean closer, my breath warm against her ear. “You want this? You want me to fill you, stretch you wide around me?”

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice breaking on the word, desperate and pleading. “Please.”

I want to sink into her, to feel her tight, wet heat pulling me in, but I hold back, my jaw tight as I grip her hips. “I’m not going to make love to you, Amara,” I warn, my tone low and edged with hunger. “And I’m not just going to fuck you.”

Her breath catches, her wide eyes locking onto mine, anticipation and need warring in her expression.

“I’m going to own you,” I murmur, my voice thick with promise. “Every moan. Every whimper. Every inch of this body belongs to me tonight.”

A shiver courses through her, and I feel the way her body responds to my words, how her thighs quiver, how her breath hitches, how her need presses against me.

“Do you want that, honey?” I murmur, my cock sliding between her wet, eager pussy, teasing her clit. “To be mine? To let go and let me take care of every single one of your needs?”

She nods, her hips bucking against me.

“Use your words,” I demand. “Say it for me.”

“I want to be yours,” she whispers. “I want you to own me.”

“That’s my good girl.” My praise is rough, my voice thick with approval, and I see how her body responds, arching, craving more. “I’ll pleasure you, make you feel so fucking good, but in return you’ll do exactly what I say and follow my instructions. Understand?”

She nods eagerly, but I grip her chin, tilting her face so she can’t look away.

“Words, Amara.”

“Yes, Nicholas,” she breathes, her voice shuddering with need. “I understand.”

I press forward slowly, letting her feel every inch as I begin to push inside her. Her body resists for a moment, tight and scorching hot, and the sensation of her tight pussy nearly undoesme. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her eyes squeezing shut as she gasps.

“Holy shit. You’re so big,” she whimpers, breathless. “I—I don’t know if—”

“It’ll fit. You’ll take every inch of me. I’ll make sure of it.”

Her hips tilt up instinctively, seeking more even as she shudders beneath me. I reward her bravery with a slow thrust, sinking deeper, the stretch pulling a cry of pleasure from her lips. “That’s it,” I grunt. “This is yours. It’s all yours.Take it.”

Her breathless moans spur me on. Each stroke has her arching into me, her body gripping me tighter, the sound of her wet pussy filling the room.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven already,” I groan, brushing her hair back to see her face. “Goddamn, I’m addicted.” Her moans grow louder as I grip her face, running my thumb over her swollen bottom lip. “I’m fucking addicted to you.”

I needed this—needed her—andChrist, this is a mess of complications and mistakes I never make. But I’d do it all again just to have her like this.

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