Page 36 of Ares

But it’s not happening.

Don’t get me wrong, it feels out of this world being inside her.

She’s so wet and warm, and the way her pussy suckles my cock is knee-weakening.

The problem is me.

Fuck this need out of your body and leave.

Frustrated, I stop thrusting and drag my length out of her and turn her around. My cock is painfully heavy and slick with a mix of us both. Rory looks up at me, and I take her chin in my hand and pull her to my lips. Our kiss is a stark contrast to the hard fucking and frustrated need to come, and in that second, I know that this is why I am here. This is why I came here tonight. I will lie to myself about it later and tell myself whatever bullshit I usually tell myself.

But this here—this sensation of her tongue stroking against mine and what it does to me—this is why I came here tonight.

No.

I break off the kiss.

Fuck this need out of your body and leave.

Rory looks up at me with those big blue eyes. “What’s wrong?”

She can feel my frustration.

I thrust open her legs ready to enter her again, but she stops me. “No.”

Our eyes lock.

She reaches up and delicately brushes my face with her fingertips. “You’re hurt.”

Rory looks at my split eyebrow and the bruises.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. You’re bleeding.”

I catch her wrist. “I’m okay.”

Her plush lips break into an amused smile. “Boy, he must’ve been something to do this to you. I’ve watched you fight for weeks, and you barely got a scratch on you. What happened tonight?”

“I was distracted.”

“By what?”

Keen to avoid the question and aware of my hard cock standing at attention between us, I take a step closer and wrap my arms around her, my hands settling on her juicy ass and holding her to me. “Let’s just say I had other things on my mind.”

A small smile touches her lips. She slides to her feet and reaches up to guide my lips down to hers.

God, the way she kisses.

I wrap my hand around her throat.

We kiss, and it’s warm and sweet. But that’s not what I’m after. Right? Tonight is about ending this growing obsession so tomorrow I can go back to my normal self.

But the way she feels and smells and fucking kisses.

It’s like I’m fucking hooked on the taste of her.

I push her up against the wall, determined to leave here with my common sense back intact. I pin her arms above her head and cage her in my arms.

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