Page 175 of Scatter the Bones

“No.” He flips me off him with an ease that makes me gasp. “Come kneel next to the bed for me.”

I scramble off the mattress, eager and already aching for more. He shifts with a grimace, gingerly sitting up and tossing a pillow on the floor at his feet.

I drop to my knees, bracing one hand on his uninjured leg for balance. My other hand wraps around his cock, firm this time, no teasing. I lick my lips and lean in, mouth wide, determined.

“That’s my girl.” He brushes his knuckles over my cheek, then gathers my hair in one hand. “Get me nice and wet.”

The way he watches me, focused and darkly reverent, sends a shiver down my spine. I work harder, trying to force a reaction, wanting to earn his groans of approval.

“Good girl.” His voice turns rougher as he tightens his grip and pulls me off with a wet pop.

“What?” I blink up, lips swollen, chest heaving.

He surges forward and crushes his mouth to mine. A brutal, possessive kiss that melts every worry from my brain. He releases my hair and grabs my breasts, squeezing, molding. “Come closer.”

I shuffle forward on my knees, pressing myself against the side of the bed.

“That’s it.” He slides his cock between my breasts, slick from my mouth, and thrusts. “Fuck, your tits are perfect. Give me your hands.”

He slows, guiding my hands over my chest, encouraging me to hold myself for him. I toss my hair over one shoulder and arch my back, presenting myself.

“Fuck, yeah,” he breathes out. “Just like that.” His hips roll forward, thrusting harder until the head of his cock grazes my chin. I squeeze my breasts tighter, pushing them around him, and open my mouth, licking him each time he gets close enough.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growls. “Stick your tongue out.”

Breath tearing from his lungs, he pumps faster, more erratic. An animalistic groan rips from his chest as he comes, hot and thick over my breasts and neck.

I blink my eyes open and find him watching me with a lazy, satisfied half smile. “Thank you,” he says, voice rough but full of affection.

His gaze drops to where I’m still holding my breasts. A crooked grin tugs at his lips. “I like you like that.”

He threads his fingers through my hair, pulling me into a slow, tender kiss. “Thank you.”

Leaning over, he scoops his shorts off the floor and wipes the cooling mess from my chest. His touch is surprisingly gentle, like he’s handling something precious.

I tap his knee. “Let me look at your leg.”

“I’m fine.” He stands, jaw tightening as he takes a cautious step forward.

“You shouldn’t have been thrusting so hard,” I scold, using the nightstand to push myself up from the floor. “At least it looks like no blood seeped through the bandage.”

“See? Told you I’m fine.” He grins, cocky as ever, but there’s still a flicker of pain in his eyes he can’t quite hide.

“You don’t have to be all macho with me, you know.” I swat his butt.

“I’m not. I felt fine…until I stood up.” His grin fades into a frown. “What’s wrong?”

My eyes drift to the bed, heat creeping into my cheeks. “Am I not good at that? Why didn’t you let me finish?”

His brows knit. “Good at what?”

“You know…” I wave a hand vaguely. “That.”

“Sucking my cock?”

“Yes.”

He cradles the back of my head with his hand and pulls me closer, kissing my forehead. “Margot, you’re fucking incredible. Your body’s like Disneyland; I get so crazed I can’t decide which way I want to dirty you up first.”

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