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“Fuck’s sake,” he groans. “Look at you.”
I take him deeply over and over, until his fingers are buried in the leather beside him and he’s thrusting into my mouth. Cursing, he stiffens further as a strangled moan escapes, and his fingers tighten in my hair, pinning me in place as hot cum splashes into the back of my throat. Chest heaving, he pulls me up, kissing me hard as I climb into his lap.
“I want to keep you, Theresa.”
“Yeah?” I pant as he throws me down on the couch and pushes my shirt up. “What does that mean?”
“I take care of what’s mine.”
The shit people say in the throes of passion . . . the shit I say . . . the shit I want to hear. There is no way to trust what either of us says in these moments, but the thought of being his right now doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.
“Show me.” I look down at him.
Sliding my shirt up, he holds my gaze as his long tongue descends, and my breathing hitches as I watch him flick me with it. Pressing my legs wide, he laps me until I can’t stand it any longer and break his gaze, letting my head fall back. His mouth covers me, sucking and pulling teasingly until my thighs are around his head and I’m gasping.
“Give me more,” I plead.
“More?” he growls, trailing kisses and licks up to my neck.
Right now, I want to be his. The idea of him taking care of me is starting to feel comforting, which scares me. He’s intense and cryptic, intimidating and manipulative. I understand whyI want to fuck him, but I’m losing sight of all the reasons why I shouldn’t like him.
“Just be a good girl for me,” he whispers before kissing me.
The taste of myself on his lips sends a tingle down my spine. “You like when I’m bad . . . You want the excuse to be mean.”
“I don’t need an excuse.” He slides his arm under me and pulls my hips up to meet his thrust.
“York!” I gasp at the brutal, sudden invasion.
“What?” He bites the top of my breast until I cry out. “You like it mean.” His tongue slides over my nipple, and then he pulls me upright in his lap and looks up at me. “You like it crass, Theresa.” His hand comes down on my ass hard, as I grind on him desperately. “You’re so fucking hungry for it. You’ve just been waiting for someone to tell you it’s okay.” His eyes drift shut. “I want that from you. Whatever innocence you have left.” A fine sweat breaks across my skin as I listen to him. “I want to watch you swallow my cock again and again.”
He throws me back down and flips me over. I pull myself forward, but he grabs me and pulls me back until his labored breaths are in my ear and I’m on all fours under him. An arm secures me as he fills me again, and I moan deeply.
“That’s it . . .” He nuzzles into my hair, pausing. “Take it all.”
My legs shake as he fucks me forcefully. I don’t understand how he knows things that I’m only just starting to understand about myself . . . things that I never felt before him, things that I’ve never talked about with anyone.
There is shame in enjoying him, and I’m not sure it will ever go away. There is shame in letting him speak to me like this, in liking it, too, but he makes it feel okay in the moment. There is something wrong with me, with us.
His foot plants on the floor beside us, and he grabs my braid as he sits back, wrenching my head as he goes harder.
Fuck, I love this.
The tension spreads through my hips, filling me. I drop to my elbows, short of breath as the feeling spikes, hitting me powerfully as it releases, and I shriek.
He pushes my hips down, groaning and then hissing as he loses his rhythm, straining behind me for a second before relaxing and letting me drop into a heap. I stretch out on the couch, and he rolls me over, pinning me between him and the back of it.
“Don’t you dare wash me off this time.” He captures my lips. “You’re nice and full now.”
A shiver runs over me. Did he really say that? Why do I like it so much?
I scrape my cheek against his stubble as I shift, letting out a small, impatient sound, and then I kiss him too hard. It has too much beneath the surface.
“How much more do you want?”
“Don’t let me sleep,” I whisper, and he nods slowly, taking my lips again.
Twenty-Two
