Page 225 of Blood & Betrayals

“Hi, big guy.”

Connor seals his lips over mine, kissing me deeply. I wrap my arms around his neck and stroke my tongue against his, savoring his taste. I’ve missed him madly over the past two weeks. We’ve video-called a couple of times and texted every day, but I’ve missed feeling him against me.

Connor lifts me easily, and I wrap my legs around his hips. Without breaking the kiss, he carries me into my room.

“Well, hello to you too, bird brain,” Alice grumbles from the living room just before Connor kicks the door closed.

Connor sets me on my feet, and we tear our clothes off. The moment we are both naked, he pushes me onto the bed and flips me onto my belly.

“Fuck, I missed you so much,” Connor growls, pulling my hips up and sliding his thumb through the slickness already dripping from my pussy.

“Missed you—” My words end with a cry, and I grasp at the pillows as he slams inside of me.

Connor slides his fingers into my hair and tugs hard as he thrusts deep inside me. My back bows, his rough possession only intensifying my pleasure. Connor pulls my hair again, yanking my head back as he plunges his cock into me over and over.

“You’re soaking me so good, babe,” Connor groans from behind me, his fingers digging into my hip as he pulls me into his thrusts.

“Spank me,” I moan, my eyes rolling.

Connor gently hits me on the ass.

“Harder,” I beg, craving the sting from his hand.

Connor hits me harder, and I cry out.

“You take my cock so good,” Connor groans, and I glance at him over my shoulder. His gaze is locked to where we are joined, his expression transfixed.

I feel my arousal sliding down my thighs, and I fist the blankets, bracing against his brutal thrusts.

Connor spanks me again. It’s still not as hard as I’d like, but definitely harder. “You’re dripping. Fuck. Didn’t know you could get this wet.”

“Again… please!”

“Close…” Connor spanks me again, and I hear the strain in his voice.

I shove my ass back against him. “Grab me,” I demand, knowing exactly what I need to get there.

Connor grips me with both hands, digging his fingers into my hips hard. “Fuck. Fuck, Summer.”

“Pull my cunt onto your cock, big guy,” I pant the words, my body trembling right on the precipice.

Connor moans as he takes control, yanking me back and forth on him. “I’m going to cum.”

I close my eyes, thinking about how it felt when he pulled my hair, thinking about how it would feel if he had me tied up, about how I’d love to be gagged and helpless to his every whim and pleasure. Connor yells, filling me with his release, and I come, crying out for him.

Connor collapses on top of me, completely spent. “Hi,” he pants into my ear.

I moan. “Hi, handsome.”

Connor kisses down my neck. “You liked that.”

“Fuck, Con… So fucking good.” I shiver, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me. “Where did that come from?”

“I uh…” Connor says hesitantly. He eases out of me, and we both moan.

I roll to face him as he lies beside me, his cheeks flushed.

“Well, I did some research,” he finally says.

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