Page 81 of Strictly Business

“God, I love messing you up.” A groan crawls out of my throat as I thrust inside of her, the pleasure curling up my spine when her pussy tightens around me. “You look so fucking beautiful right now. My cock deep inside of your pussy, my hand around your pretty little throat.”

I feel her pulse quicken with each movement. The way her body shakes under me, the way her voice cracks when she gasps for air consumes me. She’s at my mercy, and she wants it. Sheneedsit.

My lips crash against hers, desperate, hungry, starving for every single inch of her.

“Say my name,” I demand against her lips, my voice rough with desire.

She gasps. “Nicholas.”

I shiver, my cock twitching inside her tight cunt. “Again.”

“Nicholas…” She breathes my name again, and it sends a shockwave through me, the sound of it driving me even deeper into her.

Her body tightens, and I know she’s close. Her moans grow louder, more urgent, and I push harder, deeper, wanting to give her everything.

“Come for me,” I grunt. “Let go, baby. I want to feel your pussy tighten around my cock.”

I increase the pressure of my grip, which sends her over the edge as she moans loudly as she falls apart beneath me. She floods my cock with her orgasm, her cunt wrapped so tight around me. A couple more thrusts has me following her, coming with a groan as I empty inside of her tight pussy, filling her up.

The only sounds in the room are our ragged breaths as we slowly come down from the orgasm, my heart still pounding in my chest. I pull back slightly, just enough to look at her, my hand still resting lightly around her neck, fingers gently tracing the pulse I can still feel racing beneath her skin.

Her eyes are closed, lips parted, chest rising and falling quickly and I can’t help but watch her.

Reaching up, I tug the ribbon from her wrists and run my thumb over her cheek, brushing away the beads of sweat that cling to her skin.

“You okay?” I murmur, my thumb stroking her jaw.

She opens her eyes, a haze of pleasure still clouding her gaze. A shaky breath escapes her lips as she looks up at me. “Yeah. That was…”

“Yeah?” I ask, smoothing the roughness of my touch with my lips on her neck. “You liked it?”

She nods, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “I love everything we do.”

I chuckle, gripping her waist with a deep need for her. “You’re always so eager to please me,” I say, pulling back to hold her face in my hands, tucking her hair behind her ear. “But if there’s ever a moment you’re not comfortable or want to stop, just say the word. I’ll listen. Always.”

She takes a breath, her voice tentative. “Like a safe word?”

“Kind of,” I reply, meeting her eyes. “Are you familiar with the traffic light system?”

She blinks, her eyes searching mine. “Red, yellow, green?”

“Exactly,” I say, my fingers tracing her jaw. “If you love what we’re doing, use green. You want to slow down or pause, use yellow. And if you want to stop, use red. Although, if you say ‘stop,’ I’ll stop. Your consent means more to me than anything, Amara. More than your submission.”

She nods in understanding, and I can’t help but dive in and capture her lips, kissing her until I can’t breathe.

Two months.

That’s all we have left.

It’s what I signed up for—what we both signed up for—but I’m already getting withdrawals from her.

And I have no idea how the hell I’m going to survive when she’s gone.

Chapter twenty-eight

Amara

Silence.

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