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“Well, okay,” he says, leaning forward to kiss me. “Since you asked so nicely.”
He kisses me harder, putting the weight of his body on mine. I can feel his hard muscles against my soft body as I thrash in pure ecstasy. His huge, hard cock presses up against my slick pussy, and I writhe, trying to join us together.
Rex laughs softly, pulling back to look into my eyes as he pins my wrists to the table. He slams his hips against me to keep me still, rocking slightly from side to side so his hard cock rubs against my clit and my pussy without slipping inside.
I thrash back and forth, kicking and struggling against the pressure of his hands as the ache inside me intensifies. All I can feel is the hot, throbbing point of my clit and the fierce, sharp pleasure deep inside me that begs for his cock.
Rex leans back, just a little, and I gasp as I feel the head of his cock slide across my pussy lips. He pauses, then slams his hips forward, ramming his cock into me as deep as it can possibly go in one long, hard stroke.
Chapter 20 - Rex
Scarlett writhes under me, pinned between my body and the table. All the teasing has made me hard and eager, but I hold myself in check as she climaxes again underneath me.
As her inner spasms settle down, she stretches back, linking her feet around my hips. I keep a tight hold of her wrists as I thrust forward slowly, moving with her rhythm.
She keeps her legs firmly wrapped around me, her heels digging into my ass as she stretches against the pressure of my hands on her wrists. My cock slides even deeper inside her, as far as it will go, and Scarlett grinds against the pressure, her small movements building up to another orgasm.
This time, I can barely hold it together. The sight of her pinned under me, her dress open down the front, her round, firm breasts tossing back and forth as she writhes, her hands tugging against mine as her heels dig in, forcing me deeper—it’s enough to undo the strongest man alive.
As her breathing slows, she relaxes, her arms going limp in my hands as her legs slip away from my sides. A smile slowly breaks across her face, and her eyes shine with excitement.
I lean down, holding her wrists against the table, and kiss her very gently. I keep the pressure light as I work my lips against hers, flicking out my tongue to tease her and make her bend forward as she tries for a deeper kiss.
Pulling back slowly, I release her wrists, running my hands down her rib cage until I get to her hips. Digging my fingers into her flesh, I thrust forward a little, feeling my cock move deep inside her.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Fuck me, please, Rex. Fuck me!”
“As you wish, my love,” I whisper, bracing my hands even tighter on her waist as I start to thrust.
At first, I keep my strokes slow and long, pinning her between the pressure of my hands and hips. Then I increase my pace when I feel her spine bend and her thighs open further.
Scarlet has her hands over her head, clinging to the other end of the table as I thrust into her harder and faster. I feel her hook her heels against the wooden edge beneath me as I tighten my grip and begin to thrust as hard as I can.
As my cock thickens inside her, Scarlett moans, bracing against every stroke as I ram into her. Her pussy spasms deep inside, and a low cry rips from her mouth as my cock finally swells and blows as deep inside her as I can possibly be. I fall against her, gasping for breath, and she wraps her entire body around me as tremors continue to run through her body.
It takes a few minutes for her heartbeat to slow, and when she looks up into my eyes, the smile on her face is the happiest expression of love I’ve ever seen.
“I love you,” I whisper, touching her cheek. “I always have, and I always will.”
“I love you, too,” she answers. “I’ve never been so happy, and I really understand now that everything happens for a reason.”
Her words trouble me, but I don’t let it show as I gather her into my arms and take her to bed. Even though I understand there is some great mystical force in the universe that balances harm against good, I’m not sure it always works in our favor.
If it did, Uncle Azarian would be planning on winning the grand prize with his pumpkin patch this year, not planningall-out war on us—and possibly everyone else within striking range.
As I carry Scarlett upstairs, my mind works over a few other worrying details. Even though Eccles have been invited to guild meetings, they’ve never come. Some of our people even set up online meetings so no one would have to travel, and not a single person from Eccles clicked the link.
Bringing our produce together to share is fundamental to our pack. It builds connection and goodwill. It’s pretty obvious that Eccles have no interest in doing so.
Scarlett is dozing in my arms by the time we get to the bedroom, and a more alarming thought strikes me as I settle both of us under the covers.
Maybe they can’t respond! Is Eccles in on this plan to summon ancient spirits, or does Azarian personally silence them?
It’s a terrible thought. I lived there for a year, and the place seemed fairly normal. No one acted like they were secretly invested in gathering supernatural power, and I was very close with Scarlett and her friends. Azarian was a prick nobody liked, but we also didn’t think he was dangerous.
The idea that some people in Eccles are innocent and need to be rescued definitely complicates things. I wonder if anyone in my squad has intel on that?
Scarlett’s breathing deepens as she snuggles against my chest. My mind is churning too much for me to sleep, and now that I’m really looking at the problem, I’m discovering angles I’d never thought of before.
