Page 56 of All's Fair In Love & War

“You done yet?” I sneered, grabbing her jaw and forcing her to look at me. “Or you want me to come all over your fucking face too?”

Her eyes gleamed, dangerous and wild. “Do it, nigga. I didn’t come here because I’m afraid of that nasty shit.”

Goddamn! I wasn’t expecting that.

I pulled out, stroked myself once, twice, then came across her chest and neck in thick, hot ropes, watching it drip down those perfect breasts I’d painted with my kids.

Sophia lay there, wrists bound, covered in sweat and cum, chest rising and falling like she’d just run a marathon. She licked her lips, a smug grin creeping back.

“Just know fucking you changes nothing,” she whispered.

I leaned down, kissed her hard, and sucked on her bottom lip until she whimpered, then pulled back to growl: “Bitch, this changedeverything.”

Sophia was still catching her breath when I yanked her up by her bound wrists and dragged her to her knees in front of me, ignoring the trail of my cum dripping down her chest. Her hairwas wild, her face flushed, her lips swollen, and her eyes locked on mine as if she wanted more.

“Open your mouth,” I said, dick already half-hard again, slick and twitching.

She smirked and leaned in slowly, tongue flicking over the tip, not to please me but to taunt. “You didn’t say please.”

I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my dick past her lips, deep enough to make her gag.

“That wasn’t a request.”

Sophia choked but didn’t pull back. Instead, she moaned, vibrating around me. I thrust deeper, holding her there, letting her nose press into my pelvis, until she started to struggle, and only then did I let her breathe.

Her mascara was smeared now, spit dripping down her chin, and still—still—that gleam was in her eye.

She popped off with a gasp, coughed, then licked her lips like I was her favorite meal.

“You fuck like you’re new to this.”

I hauled her up to her feet, spun her around, and shoved her up against the mirror. “I fuck like I own the deed to your body and your next breath depends on how deep I go.”

She laughed, breathless and hoarse. “TI can’t tell.”

That was it.

I grabbed her throat and fucked her from behind again, this time with one hand around her neck and the other braced on the glass. The mirror shook with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing around the room like a soundtrack.

She clawed at the glass, screaming my name, cursing me out, and begging for more even as she came again, dripping down both our legs.

I didn’t slow.

Didn’t ease up.

I bent low, biting her shoulder until she gasped.

“You’re moaning for the same dick your family swore to kill,” I growled into her neck. “That make you wet, baby?”

Her head snapped back so fast it cracked against my chin. Before I could curse, her mouth crashed into mine, wild and savage. She kissed me with tongue, teeth, and fury, and then, when I least expected it, she bit down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

I tasted copper. Even grinned against her mouth. But I didn’t pull back.

“Don’t mention my family, nigga,” she whispered, licking the sting like a trophy. “Now enjoy this pussy, and shut the fuck up before I change my mind.”

So I did.

I shoved her down to the floor, grabbed a fistful of her curls, and slid my dick back between her lips. She sucked like she was starving, like her mouth had something to prove. I used it, dragged her right to the brink, then flipped her onto her back and drove in, raw, deep, and mean.

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