Page 37 of Lose Me In The Shadows

Finally he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers.

“What do you want, sweet girl?” he asked.

The truth didn’t hurt this time.

“I want you to make me.”

There was a pause.

“Are you sure? I was going to be gentle for you. I’m concerned that—”

She kissed him again, interrupting him. “I don’t want gentle. I need you to fuck away what they did to me. I need you, the way you usually are—it’s the only way I’ll feel safe. Make me, Conor. Please.”

He grinned, but his voice was gravel. “Oh, filthy girl, I don’t have to make you. You’re going to do it yourself because you’re my dirty little slut and want it so badly. You’re going to bend over the counter and grab onto the sink, and I’m going to fuck you while you’re bared to me—all of you. Fill you up with my come until you’re dripping and Conor and Luke can smell me all over you. Breed you. You want that, don’t you? I can see your thighs clenching.”

“I have an IUD,” she pointed out, but her voice was a little breathy.

He looked at her. “You think I don’t know that? It’s called roleplay. Really, Kara,” he tsked as he began to unzip his pants, “I’m disappointed in you. We need to get you a naughty nurse costume, get some practice in.”

Kara had forgotten about Conor’s playful side, it had been so long since she’d seen it. She was sure it was gone—had been killed that day he’d orphaned those boys. She wasn’t sure why he was back, or how long she’d get to keep him around for, but she liked him and wanted him to stay.

“Kara,” he growled.

Still demanding, too.

She complied, bending over and grabbing the sink.

And then was surprised when he dropped to his knees and buried his face in her pussy.

“Conor!”

“I missed this,” he growled. “I missed my pussy. Was terrified I’d never see it again—and that it was my fault.” He sucked her into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her clit. No build up, this time, just straight to the good part.

She moaned, pressing into his mouth, but he pulled away. “I’m going to kill him for hurting you, you know.” And before Kara could respond, he dove back in, working her right up to the edge of orgasm.

Before she could come, he rose to his feet.

“I want you coming around me,” he said. “Need to tell this pussy how angry I am at her for leaving me, for hurting us—and how sorry I am for hurting her first.”

She gasped. She’d never, not in a million years, expected an apology from him. “If you were really sorry, you’d finish what you started,” she said. Going for broke, she added, “And you’d set me free, when this is all over.”

He lined his cock up with her wet pussy and thrust inside her. It had been days since he’d last fucked her, and he felt bigger than ever, thick and hot and hard and everything she’d missed and hadn’t wanted to miss.

“That,” he said, punctuating his words with smooth thrusts, “I’ll never do. I won’t hurt you again, but I won’t—I can’t—let you go. It would kill me. Thinking I’d lost you—for good this time—it did something to me and I don’t ever want to go back to that place.” He set up a rhythm, making her gasp and clench around him, and then leaving one hand on her hip, he pressed the other to her soaked pussy and rubbed quick circles around her clit, driving her back up to where she’d been and over in a quick, explosive orgasm.

“Fuck, sweet girl, you think I’d ever give this up?” he panted as he followed her over.

As they recovered, the door slid open, revealing a still-shirtless Micah. He stood outside; even a lavish bathroom like this was too small for the three of them. Kara tried to ignore the sting of Luke’s absence.

“Am I interrupting the party?”

“We were busy,” Conor said as he pulled out of Kara, then groaned. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Yeah,” Micah murmured, staring at Kara’s pussy and the way Conor’s come dripped out of it. “It is.”

Kara felt her face go red. She wasn’t shy about sex but having two of her men—because they werehers—staring at her come-filled pussy was, well…it was a lot. A whole lot.

Micah shook his head, returning to the matter at hand. “We heard you. Hell, Billy probably heard you from the cockpit.” He surveyed them. “Conor, she needs to dye her hair, not get railed by you.”

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