Page 69 of Point of Contention

My chandelier idea may have been the worst idea yet.

Shame on me.

I made a mental note to sixty-nine this man first chance I got.

My thighs tensed as a wave of pleasure crashed toward me. I gripped the belt and rocked my hips faster. Cabot’s hands flexed on my thighs, bruising me with their tight grip, but he didn’t relent, didn’t stop fucking me with his tongue until my legs started to shake.

Then he licked from front to back, and I stilled when his tongue reached that unfamiliar place. He licked a slow circle and I shivered at the sensation. Making a sound of approval, Cabot spread my cheeks and flicked his tongue against the hole. I bucked, and as he pressed his tongue more firmly against me, pushing the tip inside, I moaned and closed my eyes as my body jerked with a rush of pleasure—

Then he slid out from under me and my hips rocked against nothing but air.

I opened my eyes as he kneeled in front of me, then sat back on his heels and positioned his legs between mine, lifting me up to position me above his cock. I twisted my hands until I could get a better grip on the belt, then I let him move me where he wanted me. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and tucked his head into my neck, then pushed down until his cock pressed inside me.

“Ahh,” I sighed as he filled me slowly, inch by inch until I thought I might explode from the fullness of him. And, just when I thought I couldn’t take him further, he pulled my earlobe into his mouth and bit down just enough to distract me from the pain between my legs as he pushed me down to the hilt, stretching me fully around his girth.

We stilled for a moment, gripping one another tightly as the sound of our heavy breathing filled the room. Cabot ran his hands up and down my back. He kissed my neck, from the base of my ear down across my collar bone, then he ducked to pull my nipple into his mouth and I arched my back, wincing when the leather belt pulled at the skin of my wrists.

Then Cabot lifted me up, and every cell in my body rushed to focus on the friction that created between us. When he brought me back down again, I moaned and closed my eyes. “That feels so good,” I murmured. The statement was beyond inadequate.

For someone who considered herself well-read, I had no words to describe the perfect way it felt to be impaled by Cabot Reed.

“Eyes on me,” he whispered, running his tongue along the shell of my ear. “I want to see you.”

He gripped my waist and hauled me up until the head of his cock pulled free, then he slammed me down onto him, forcing me to take him quickly.

I cried out, then shuddered as the brief touch of pain was replaced with immense pleasure.

“You okay?”

I opened my eyes and met his dark gaze, then nodded.

He lifted me again, slamming me back down harder this time, fucking me with everything he had to give.

And I took it. Thrust after thrust, I took it happily, desperate to be claimed by this man over and over again.

He pounded into me until our movements were sloppy, our words turned to grunts, and when the ceiling began to groan from the pressure of my weight and the tug of my hands tied to the iron light fixture, the sound barely registered in my mind because all I could hear was him.

Us.

The slap of flesh against flesh. The wetness squelching between us.

The way he murmured my name like a goddamn prayer.

A tremor shook me, clenching my muscles as I hit the crest and began to tumble over it. The way this man commanded my body—

“Yes, baby,fuck.” Cabot pushed up onto his knees, lifting me higher as he fucked me harder.

The chandelier groaned and creaked. Bits of drywall rained down around us.

But we were too far gone to stop now.

As my world broke around him in a sea heat and pulsing waves, he growled my name and held me still, pumping into me in violent bursts as I shook and trembled. When I thought I could take no more, he reached between us and thumbed my clit, driving me past the point of sanity until all I could see were stars. Painful, beautiful, life-changing stars.

I spoke in tongues, murmuring incoherently as he pushed me too far then slowly began to ease me back to him.

When we finally came up for air, opening our eyes to look first at each other, then at the ceiling, the kitchen was shrouded in darkness, and the only thing holding the light fixture in place was a single electrical cord and my tired, trembling arms.

A laugh burst from my lips and I lowered my head back to meet Cabot’s gaze. “Maybe not thebestidea I’ve ever had.”

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