Page 34 of Twisted Contract

He spanks me with the other hand. “I always tell you what to do. I will fuck you how I please, and you will come like a fucking good girl because you love it.” My body responds, gushing juices all over his fingers. “That’s right. You know who is in charge. Now, behave because my dick is a lot bigger than that thing and I don’t want to hurt your little hole.”

“Okay.” I relax as he pushes his wet fingers into my ass, stretching me as much as he can. His cock slips into my pussy, and I’m fighting my orgasm. Damn the man.

He leans over me, sending his cock deeper into my pussy and whispers, “I said don’t come.”

“I’m not,” I squeal, trying to resist, but the man makes me feel so good, so protected and owned.

“But you want to come,” he chuckles.

“Stop fucking me so damn good,” I challenged him.

“Never,” he replies, biting my ear.

He quickly pulls out of both holes, and then his big tip presses at my back entrance. I relax and trust that he’ll please me. “Good girl,” he whispers. Inch my inch, he pushes past each ring. It stings, but there’s enough lube from the coconut oil and my juices that he fits perfectly.

He wraps his hand around my throat. “Fuck, you’re taking me so damn well. I love the way you take my huge cock in your tiny hole. Do you like me fucking that little slot?”

“Yes,” I answered.

He grunts and moves in and out, nearly pulling completely out of me before thrusting back in. I gasp each time. My body is being used and I love it. He wraps one hand around my waist as he lifts my upper body off the bed, pumping into me. “You feel incredible and I’m going to come. Come, Claudia,” he growls. He lowers his hand and strums my clit. I didn’t realize how close I was, and I shot off, coming again. He roars and floods my rear. When he pulls out, the rest is on my ass.

“Fuck. You are trouble, Claudia.” He kisses my lips and then growls. “We need a shower. Maybe two, because I have a feeling we’re going to get dirty again.” He scoops me up and takes me to the bathroom. Damn it, he’s the one who is trouble.

We’d barely rinsed off when his phone rang. He pressed his forehead to mine. “Sorry, sexy. This might be important.” He steps out of the bathroom in all his glory and answers the call. The way his body tenses, I know our interlude has just ended.

“I have to go.”

“Just be careful.”

“I will.” He kisses me hard and quickly gets dressed while I close myself in the bathroom, trying to stop these feelings I’m having. “Damn it, Claudia. No falling for your temporary husband.”

Chapter Fourteen

Connor

My phone buzzes, and it’s a tip on Espinoza. I’m at Jack’s house within ten minutes after the call, barging through the door. Unlike him, I don’t have a kid, interrupting my sexy times, so the poor guy didn’t get Nora alone.

“What’s up, Con?”

“Looks like we got a lead,” I tell him.

“Are you serious? The son of a bitch has finally been found?” my brother asks.

“Looks like it. Fieri is taking him to our spot,” I add with a grin. I can’t wait to get my damn hands on that piece of shit.

“Well, it looks like our women will have to wait.”

As much as I hate it, he’s right. I love having my hands on Claudia, but this is so damn important. Besides, she understood that my business came first especially since she reminded me so often how temporary we were. “Damn it.” That constantly hit like a ton of bricks in my chest, but I’m refusing to evaluate it.

“Time to chop up that bastard for good and get some answers,” Jack snarls, jumping in the passenger seat since I drove my SUV over.

I rub my hands together, grinning from ear to ear. “Let’s roll.”

We drove to our Northside den of torture and met with Fieri. “Well, hello, my future brother-in-law,” Jack says, greeting him.

“I’m annoyed that you’re already not married to my sister. It feels like an insult that you’re shacking up with her.”

“As you know, the wedding will happen as soon as we wrap up all this bullshit.” If he’s trying to pick a fight with Jack, now isn’t the time. Then again, knowing that I’m married and it took all of minutes to do, must rankle Fieri’s nerves.

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