Page 42 of Crazy In Love
“Oh God!” She throws her head back, slamming it against the doorframe and tangling her fingers in my hair for balance. “Jesus, Chris!”
“You don’t know me well enough to know I like to savor.” I slide my tongue along her drenched slit and taste her at her best. “I take my time, and I make damn sure to milk you for every last drop you have.”
“I’m more of a slam and bam, fast and nasty.” She juts her hips forward, feeding me, though I need no help. “I get bored easily and don’t have time to waste.”
“You won’t be bored while I’m with you.” I slide my free hand around and up the back of her thigh. And because she wants to test me, I slip my thumb between her ass cheeks and deep into her asshole without asking.
Without waiting.
I give her no time to adjust, and fuck it, I feel no remorse when she chokes in pleasure and pain.
“I’m all about making you feel good.” I grab her other thigh and lift her, stealing her foundations and holding her up on my own, then I push her against the wall and straighten out until I’m standing, creating a vise-like grip on either side of my head.
And yet, I know I won’t fumble her.
“I’m gonna make you come until you want to scream, and then I’ll make you come some more until you tell me you have nothing left.”
“Chris—”
“And then I’m gonna make you come somemorebecause, damn it, Fox, I won’t be finished with you yet.” I bury my face between her legs and drink her down, guzzling her release and groaning when I have her smeared all over my lips. Until she’s dribbling down my neck and into my shirt. “You mock my need for control, but you’ll find a new appreciation for it when I’m fucking you into insanity, and still, I’m not finished.”
“Oh, God.” She fists my hair and pulls me closer. Closer. “Make me come. Please.”
“You’re okay with ass play.” I draw my thumb out, then back in again until she rewards me with an animalistic groan. “You like that.”
“I like it.” She crushes her back to the wall and pants. “Yes.”
“So I’m gonna fuck your ass, too. I’m gonna own all of you.”
“Yes, please.”
“And if you cry because it hurts…” I inch back and wait for her eyes, jutting my hips forward because I want her. God, I want her. “If you cry, I’ll fuck you harder. Because I got the screwy Watkins DNA no one likes to talk about. I keep most of it locked away. But not this one.” I bite her clit and thrill in her scream. “I feel like a god when I make you hurt.”
“I don’t want you to feast anymore.” And yet, she crushes my face between her legs. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Not until I say so.” I press three fingers into her pussy, slamming her backward and pinning her to the wall—if I step out from beneath her, willshe still stay put?—and when she likes that, I pull back, then in again until she’s eating three fingers and my knuckles.
I could make her swallow my fist if I keep going.
Because she wants it.
She wants me.
“You’re a hungry one, aren’t you?” I bring my hand back and push it in again, stopped only by my pinkie knuckle and her desperate cry of pleasure. “You want me to fuck you, Fox?”
Her breath comes out on an explosive “Yes!”
“You want me to tear you open and put you back together again?” I swap my thumb for two fingers and drink her down. She doesn’t just come. She floods, filling my mouth and tickling my insides. “I could make you my fuck doll, molding you to the perfect fit forme, and never again will you go to bed with another man and believe he stacks up.”
“Chris—”
“I like it when you beg.” I brush her leg off my shoulder and catch her, despite her panicked cry. Wrapping her around my hips, I consider the fact I’m still wearing jeans theonlyreason I’m not already filling her up. “I want to see you cry.” I crush her against the wall and capture her lips with mine. Make her taste herself. Prove to her that she’s delicious. “I want you to beg me to fuck you. Because I’m a proud man, and you’ve been poking at me for way too long.”
“Please fuck me.” She grinds against my belly, searching for friction. For fulfillment. “I’m begging, you see? I’m already begging.”
“Nuh-uh.” I set her on her feet and take a step back, releasing her and forcing her to stand on her own, heart pounding, knees shaking. She’s naked and beautiful. Deliciously deranged and desperate for me.Exactly how I like her. “I’m not the bam and done type, remember?” I slip my hand into my jeans and circle my cock. It’s like touching electricity. It’s like grabbing a live wire and hoping not to get burned up. But then I charge forward again and spin her around. I crush her chest to the wall, her hands beside her shoulders, then I draw her back until she figures it out.
Show me.
