Page 69 of Play Fast (Brooklyn Dawn 2)

Hard and fast, I shoved two fingers inside her. Three. Widening them so she’d never forget where I’d been and how I’d used her.

She only widened her thighs and stretched toward me for more.

I flexed against the footboard, grinding my already painful cock into the wood. Not to make it stop. I wanted to ache like she did. Making her crazy was doing the same to me.

“Oz.” My name left her puffy lips on a gasp as I rocked my hand. She’d soaked me to the knuckle, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly. “Now I do think you hate me.”

I pulled my hand away and pushed my drenched fingers between her lips. Her pupils flared wide for a second before she started to suck. Hard. Biting at me so that my cock lurched against her belly.

Wanting in. Bare. Fuck the rules.

It was as if she knew.

As soon as I drew back, she whispered, “Do it.”

Her words unleashed something in me. I yanked the sheet cuffs loose from her wrists, unwilling to acknowledge her noise of protest. Like she didn’t want to be free. I rubbed the redness away from them, getting the circulation going again, and then I laid down on the bed, hauling her on top of me. She flailed, still off-balance, but I didn’t give her time to get acclimated. I picked her up and set her down on my face, making her fall forward and slam her hands against the wall while I licked her. Relentlessly. Sucking her clit, swallowing her flavor, inhaling her delicious scent.

Distantly, her cries echoed in my head. Not enough.

I’d tossed the lengths of torn sheet on the bed, and I fumbled for one blindly, unwilling to divert from my task for even a second. From my awkward position, I seized her jittery hands, tugging them behind her back while she jockeyed to stay upright on me. I bound her wrists in a sloppy tie and went back to the meal I’d made of her, loving that she was a mess for me. Flushed and drenched and pulsing against my tongue. Her thighs shook and I knew she was close, even more so because I’d taken some of her choices away.

Somehow that was a trigger for her. So much for repelling her.

Fuck me.

Right on the brink, I lifted her away and set her on my thighs. She wobbled, nearly falling without the use of her hands for balance, but I steadied her with my hands on her hips. And I reached over to open the drawer beside the bed.

“Why?” she asked the question with a whimper. “Why?”

Her disappointment carved through me. She was a match for my recklessness. Encouraging mine. I had to be the smart one.

God, I’d already been so very stupid.

I withdrew a condom and tore the packet with

my teeth. She looked thoroughly ravaged—hair wild, makeup smeared, her lacy lingerie all askew, snaps open and showing off the parts of her I couldn’t get enough of. I sheathed my cock and gripped her hip, knowing this would be the last time I’d allow this.

Even an alcoholic knew when he needed rehab.

Lining myself up with her slit, I drove forward, burying myself to the hilt. No gentleness. She wasn’t a virgin anymore, as she’d been so quick to remind me.

She clamped her lip between her teeth to stifle her moan as my hand cupped her breast, pinching her nipple. “Ride me,” I demanded, drawing back and slamming home once more before she could.

Unsteadily, she tried to do just that. She faltered a few times before she found a rhythm, sliding her hips forward and back, her heavy lashes falling down to shield her eyes. She moved faster and faster, digging her knees in beside my hips, bearing down to grind her clit against the base of my shaft.

I gritted my teeth, guiding her with my grip on her heaving breasts. Squeezing them, twisting her nipples to get her to speed up.

Not that she needed my help. She’d found her pace all on her own.

Her hair bounced over her shoulders, falling down over her tits. Covering part of her face so I couldn’t see the rapture overtaking her, but I heard it in the little gasps and moans she couldn’t hide from me.

Not my name. Not anymore. Now I was just the object she was using to get off.

The way I wanted it.

The way it had to be.

She rode me with growing speed, losing herself. Taking me with her. She was so tight and perfect, clenching me with every pass before she lifted herself off me and took the bliss away.

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