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She dropped at my demand and waited with her ass in the air while I all but tore my jeans and underwear off. My boots got kicked, and I lost balance when tugging at my socks with an urgency that had me fumbling.

I wrenched her G-string and tossed it away when it snapped, then dived—literally dived—headlong between her ass cheeks. I groaned as I licked her exposed pussy like the starved man I was. Her pelvis tilted higher and her chest got lower to the kitchen tiles, giving me inhibited access to her holy land.

The more my tongue worked, the more I craved. Greer’s wanton moans heightened my lust-filled frenzy, blinding me by the sheer primal need to claim her in any way I could.

“Oh God, I’mclose,”she whispered on an exhale.

My balls ached when she whimpered, rocking against my face and angling her hips to exactly where she needed my tongue to pleasure.

Her sounds of orgasmic bliss crescendoed until they reached breaking point. One last lick pushed her over the edge, and I sucked and devoured everything she gave me as she rode out the lengthy orgasm. I couldn’t fucking wait a second longer.

I was on my feet and positioning above her before she had the chance to come down from the high. Thrusting into her with one shunt, I stilled as I fought to hold myself together.

“Grip the floor, mamacita,” I growled, getting a kick when her hands pressed onto the tiles but otherwise found nothing to hold.

Gripping her by the hips, my thighs burned as I relentlessly pistoned in and out. Setting a punishing rhythm. Utterly blinded by lust. I clenched my teeth and pounded into her.

Cream gathered at the base of my cock and created a carnal growl deep in my chest. I thrust rougher, pulled her in to meet me each time I slammed into her. Faster. Harsher. Until I came so hard a ragged scream tore from my throat.

Flopping forward, my hands hit the cold tiles on either side of Greer’s elbows. I panted onto the back of her neck. “Holy fuck. Holy fucking fuck.”

Greer let out a giggle and then a sated groan when my cock pulsed inside her. “I needed that.”

“Not as much as I did,” I mumbled.

Righting myself and pulling out of her, I cupped the remaining cum threatening to drip. “Stay as you are, I’ll grab you some tissue.”

I hastened to the bathroom, returned with a wad of tissue for her to clean up with, then headed back. I was washing my hands by the time she shuffled in with my underwear.

I smirked and plucked them from her pinched fingertips, pulling them on and adjusting my dick for comfort.

Greer gave me an unashamed once-over before she started to wash up. “Does this mean we can talk now?”

My eyes met hers in the mirror and I tipped my head back. “Can I fuck you again first?”

“No, but maybe afterward.”

Rolling my tongue across my lip, I took a little time to appreciate what I’d just tapped, already wanting more.

“That ain’t a maybe, baby girl.”

A coy smile was hidden behind her veil of silky hair as soon as she ducked her head, but I caught the amused twitch of her mouth.

“Greer?” I swallowed down the spike of trepidation when her gaze found mine. “Let’s get this over with.”

I took her hand in mine and led her to my own crucifixion.

Chapter 47

-Greer-

I mindlessly paced the length of my living space. Every molecule of my being grieved for Raf as he recounted the soul-destroying memories of his childhood. He’d been through hell at the hands of a family member who was meant to love and protect him.

Tears gathered in my eyes. My heart shattered over and over again. And while my mind begged for him to stop, I knew in my heart that I needed to hear him out—for my sake, and his.

He slung back on my couch during the easy parts and leaned forward on his elbows during the grueling recounts; the ones of his mother enduring rape, of her pleas to stop while being beaten. Her injuries the next day—cuts, bruises, swelling, fractures. Of his little sister trembling in his arms as they hid beneath his blankets—too terrified to be awake, yet too terrified to fall sleep.

When Raf got to the part of his father’s death, he hung his head and fell silent. Each of his rasped inhales cut through me like the sharpest knife. I broke for him and was utterly helpless to do anything but give him the time of day to hear his story.

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