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“We should fix that.”
She turns back around, pressing her hands against the wall. “We should. Have you always worn?—”
“Always. I’m clean.”
Before she can say anything else, I line up my cock and I push in all the way. She moans and, unlike the first time, I don’t give her a second to adjust. I move my hips back and forth as I holdher waist, ramming in and out as she tips her head back and I fist her topknot.
“You drive me crazy,” I mutter. “Completely crazy.”
Her pussy is so tight, gripping my dick like a vice as I try to hang on without coming too quickly. This girl is fucking with my head, and it’s not even been one night. Her body is perfect, that devilish mouth and that sweet cunt is a combination that I’m fast becoming addicted to.
I trace her tattoo, careful not to let the water drench the damn thing. She’s a bad girl for getting that, and she fucking knows it.
The sound of our skin slapping only makes my balls tighten more. It’s furious and feels goddamn amazing.
“Right there, yes!” she cries. “I’m coming, Cale…” I grip the base of her neck, tilting her head back as she comes loudly.
“This pretty fucking pussy is mine, Stella. Remember, this body belongs to me now.” I squeeze her breast as she mutters incoherently.
“Yes, yours,” she murmurs.
“Such a bad girl.”
“I’m a brat.”
I spank her cheek again and she pushes her ass back farther. My balls tighten and I pull out, gripping my cock as I jerk myself all over her fucking tattoo. It’s not my fault; it’s right there. She turns in my arms, and her eyes land on my dick as she immediately sinks to her knees and takes the rest of me as I jizz over her mouth and chin. Fuck me if that little brat doesn’t stick her tongue out. I stare down at her as I come on her face, and now her tongue as she takes it all. I have never seen anything so fucking beautiful in all my life.
Yes, it’s official.
Stella is my little addiction.
The emphasis onmy,and I won’t be giving her back to the Rebels anytime soon.
19
CALE
When I wake,it takes a second to remember where I am. Then I feel arms wrapped around me and I stir, cracking one eye open. Stella’s long, dark hair is draped over my chest, her head buried in my neck and one leg is draped over mine.
My heart doesn’t race like I thought it would; I’ve never slept full through the night with a woman in years. My two fizzled out relationships weren’t serious, and I’ve never lived with a woman, but this? This feels like we should’ve been doing it since I first laid eyes on her.
I kiss the top of her head, enjoying the soft lull of her breathing while I take in the moment and really appreciate it. I kept her up late. After the shower, I took her to bed, and we fucked again. I can’t remember the last time I had an all-nighter. Probably never. But I just can’t seem to get enough of Stella’s body. Everything that she is experiencing for the first time, it’s like I am too. Which is ridiculous because I’m not a virgin, obviously, but she brings out this new side to me that I never knew existed.
With her, I feel safe. Like I can tell her anything, even though I know she’s a Rebel at heart. I don’t think she’d tell any of theRebels anything we discuss, but do I know that for sure? I guess not. I don’t make a habit of discussing police work with the women I’m sleeping with.
As she moves, adjusting herself so she’s now on her back, untangling her legs from mine, I stare at her. Fuck. She is so beautiful. Even with that damn tattoo on her back. Fuck me if that wasn’t a kick in the face. Does it mean I want her any less? No.
I smile when I think about rubbing the salve on her back after our final round last night…
“You’d really do that?” she whispers.
“Risk infection as well as stunting your healing? Of course I’d do it.”
“But you’re reluctant.”
“I’m not reluctant, I’m just surprised you have a giant tattoo on your back.”
Her voice soft, her eyes pleading, she says; “Only because of what it is?”
