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I push forward slowly, just the head of my cock breaching her tight opening. The feeling is fucking incredible—hot, wet, gripping me like a glove.
“Jesus, Memphis,” I groan, fighting the urge to slam inside her. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I rock my hips, inching forward carefully. When I’m about halfway in, I pull back slightly before pushing deeper, repeating the motion until I’m fully seated inside her, our bodies completely joined.
She wraps her legs around my waist, her ankles locking at the small of my back. “Move,” she urges, rolling her hips against mine like she wants to ride me from underneath. “Please, I need you to move.”
I start with slow, long, deep strokes that have her gasping with each thrust. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and the pain adds to my pleasure. I pick up the pace gradually, driving into her harder as she meets me thrust for thrust.
“Killer,” she moans, her head thrown back, exposing the column of her throat. “Oh God, yes!”
I lower my head to suck at her pulse point, marking her as mine as the sound of her wet pussy taking my cock fills the room.
“So goddamn wet,” I groan, feeling her inner walls start to flutter around me. She’s close. I feel it on my cock.
Shifting my hips, changing the angle, hitting her G spot just right.
“Yes,” she hisses.
“Come for me again, Pet,” I growl in her ear. “Let me feel that tight cunt squeeze my cock.”
My words push her over the edge, and she shatters beneath me, crying out my name as her pussy clamps down on me like a vise. The feel of her wet heat squeezing me tight is too much.
Grunting, I slam inside her once, twice, again, and follow her over the edge, emptying myself deep inside her with a roar.
Chapter Ten
Memphis
Chest heaving, I try to catch my breath after just having the best sex of my life.
“Holy, wow.” My body is humming with… I don’t even know, except it feels like every nerve ending is a live wire. Never in my life have I felt so complete, like I’ve always been meant to be here, in this moment with him.
Killer hovers over me, his weight supported on his elbows and his blue eyes locked on mine. He’s beautiful even when he’s trying to assess where I’m at mentally. I love that he cares about me, but hate that he’s seen me at my worst moment.
I push those thoughts away. They have no place in this bed. Shaking them off, I focus on his dark skin glistening with sweat, the way his muscles are bulging, and his massive body over mine like a shield.
You’re safe here, Mem.
Groaning, he slowly pulls out of me, and I feel his release spill from my body. I’m sore in ways I haven’t been in a long time, but it’s a good kind of sore. A reminder that I’ve taken another step out of the darkness.
“You okay, Pet?” he asks, his voice rough as he shifts to lie beside me, pulling me against his chest.
I think about it for a moment, mentally checking in with myself.
Am I okay? My body feels used in the best possible way, my muscles relaxed and heavy. But more importantly, my mind feels... quiet.
“I’m perfect,” I tell him, honestly.
His hand trails up and down my bare back. I press closer, loving the warmth of him, the steady thump of his heart beneath my ear.
Sated and content, my stomach decides to make it known that it’s been a while since I’ve eaten.
Killer’s chest rumbles with laughter. “Hungry?”
“A little,” I admit, burying my face against him.
“Come on.” He sits up, gently pulling me with him. “Let’s get you fed.”
