Page 96 of Hell or High Water

“Fuck me here,” I repeated.

“Such a good girl,” he praised as he freed his cock and stroked it. “You obey so sweetly.”

He pulled my right leg up to his hip, and using his other hand, he moved the crotch of my panties aside. The swollen head of his cock pressed against me teasingly as I begged and lifted my hips, wanting it inside me. Aching to feel full again. Feel connected.

“That’s it. Coat my head with your juices,” he said, then pushed in further. “Fuuuck, baby. That’s my pussy.”

I cried out, and he drove all the way in with one thrust.

“Goddamn! A pussy shouldn’t feel so fucking incredible.”

“Oh God,” I moaned.

He began to grind his hips, getting as deep as he could go, taking my breath away, before he started to pound into me like a man possessed. His mouth covered mine again. Our tongues licked and teased, and then his mimicked his cock.

“God, I love your mouth,” he swore, tearing his off mine.

Our eyes locked as his hips bucked, and the sound of our bodies slapping against each other grew louder, the more frantic we became.

“Shit! No fucking condom.”

“Come inside me,” I told him, so lost in the heat and promise of pure bliss that I wanted to feel his seed spilling inside me.

“Oh God, baby. Don’t say shit like that.”

“I want to feel it,” I pleaded, clawing at his arms.

“Fuck,” he growled.

Pulling my leg up higher on his hip, I wrapped it around his waist. I was so close.

“Oh! Than!” I whimpered, feeling my orgasm crest. “OH GOD!” I screamed as tremor after tremor shook my body.

“GAH! FUCK!” His body shuddered, and he held me tightly against him as he unloaded hot spurts of his release into me.

His head fell to the curve of my neck, and we stood there, locked together. Still breathing heavy. Sated.

The reality slowly sank in, but I wasn’t ready yet.

“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not. Fuck, baby. This feels…there aren’t words for it.” He moved his hips, staying buried inside me.

“Oh.” I let out a small gasp.

“You’re gonna be leaking my cum for the rest of the day.”

A phone rang in the background, and Than swore under his breath before easing out of me. We stared at each other as I winced slightly.

“Don’t clean up. I want to see it. Keep my cum in there.”

I shivered. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

His pupils were dilated. He nodded then. “Probably. But I just…I’m not going to do it again, and I want to see it.”

I broke a little more at thenot going to do it again, but I nodded.

He turned and went to answer his phone while I prepared to put my pieces back together, hoping I could make them stay.

Forty-Five

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