Page 644 of Hell Hath No Fury
Before Rylan, sex never meant much to me, but it’s more than that with her. It’s like an out-of-body experience. This is why I need her to let go. I’ve never felt the connection I have with her with anyone else. It’s always been about the release. With Rylan, our souls are intertwined. It’s possessive, and I don’t know how I could ever walk away from this. Picturing her with another man makes me angry.
Deep in my thoughts, I slam into her, trying desperately to erase any images of her with anyone else. When I come to, her eyes are closed tight, her mouth wide open, and her head held back. I watch the veins in her neck, following them down to her breast. They’re round and taut from her arousal, bouncing with every thrust I give. My gaze trails down her stomach, to the sweat pebbling on her skin, then the sight of my length moving in and out of her.
She creams around me, and I nearly lose myself seeing how hot she is for me. I suck in a breath and continue to stroke her, long and deep. Her flesh is perfect—all of her is. My mouth waters at the sight of my dick disappearing into her walls.
“Look down, Piccola. We’re perfect together.”
As she looks, her face shifts into that of undeniable lust and pleasure, and her pussy grows wetter.
I squeeze my eyes shut when she clenches around me. She’s going to come, but so am I. My back buckles and my lungs tighten when she strengthens around me.
“Damn it, Rylan. You’re going to kill me, babe.”
“Oh fuck, Kareem. I’m about to come.”
I pick up my pace; the pressure building in my sac is almost intolerable. “I can feel it.” I grit through clenched teeth
“Yes… right there, right there,” she moans. “Oh, god, don’t stop. Please, please, don’t stop fucking me.”
“I won’t, baby. Take all this dick. It’s yours.”
Her head falls back, and without warning, she jerks as her climax consume her.
I don’t stop thrusting, even when her muscles have started to relax. I look down, seeing the evidence of our actions is all I need to meet her in ecstasy. A grunt escapes me as I pound into her. My gut tightens, then my balls, and before I know it, I collapse over her, our foreheads touching while I empty my seed into the condom.
We stay connected for several minutes, just taking in each other’s breaths before I help her off the counter.
We return to bed, our legs draped over each other, and neither says a word. We lay still for hours before she finally breaks the looming silence.
“Earlier, you called me something—”
“Piccola,” I state before she can finish.
“What does it mean?” Rylan cranes her neck to look at me.
“It’s Italian for little one.”
She goes quiet again, and I’m left wondering what’s on her mind. I push a dreadlock behind her ear, taking in her features, feeling surer of my decisions than ever before. I want her, and I’m not prepared to take no for an answer. Rylan stares at me, not once blinking or looking away. I smile at her strength.
“I want you.” I pause. “More than just physically. I’m addicted to you.”
She smiles and glances away, but I ease her head back to me.
“I can tell you’re not sure. But I’m not going anywhere. I know it’s complicated. I will be your boss, and you’ve looked up to my dad for years. But that’s just it. I don’t care. I’m not my dad, and I’m not walking away.”
Rylan stares at me, and I can tell she’s uncertain. But I want more. I need more.
I kiss her lips. “So, what do you say?”
She looks at the ceiling. “How is this supposed to work?”
“Well, anyway, we want it to. But if it makes you comfortable, we’ll keep our relationship out of the office.”
“Relationship?” she asks, surprised.
“Yes. I don’t expect you to be head over heels, we’re still new, and I get that time is needed to strengthen our bond. I know what I want, and that’s more than a few nights of hot sex.”
She nods.
“If it helps ease your mind, I don’t even have to show up to the Atlanta office unless necessary.”
She thinks for a moment before planting a kiss on my lips. “You play dirty,” she states.
“It’s just a power play.”
I smile, and Rylan shakes her head before pulling me into a kiss. “Yes.”
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