Page 37 of Flog Me, Sir

“I’ve been thinking about you.” His focus dropped to my mouth. “A lot.”

My pussy spasmed as heat once more rushed through me, probably flushing my face. I sucked my lower lip between my teeth to keep from admitting I’d thought about him as well.

He brushed a thumb over my lips, tugging the lower free, and need surged through me. I panted. Fought the thought of just one more hit—please, just one more...

As though Garret could feel the fight inside me, he grasped my neck and pulled me close, taking my mouth and stilling the voices in my head.

My feet continued to tread on their own as my mind emptied and I drowned in the ownership of his kiss, gasping for breath as he devoured me. Gave up complete control and floated in sheer bliss.

His arm banded around my waist, pulling me flush against him, the heat of his chest burning through mine, the hard length of his cock against my thigh. He shifted in the water, pulling me along for the ride until my back pressed against the pool’s edge, my feet resting against the sloped edge.

Still, he kissed me, slowly working our bodies toward the shallow end. I wrapped my legs around his waist the second he stood still on the pool’s bottom, one of his hands on my ass, the other tangled in my hair.

The memory of him inside me sent another spasm through my pussy, and I whimpered, rubbing against him. “Need you,” I heard myself whisper against his mouth, hating how easily I caved, but unable to help myself.

Junkie.

“Lissa,” he breathed my name like a prayer, grinding his hips, his cock against my aching core, ripping the word from my mind.

“Please,” I whimpered again, pulling back to cup his face, keep his mouth off mine long enough I could make him give me what I wanted. “Right here. Now.”

“I’ve never taken a woman bare before,” he said, his heat-filled gaze tugging me farther down the rabbit hole of royally fucked.

I unlocked my legs from him and shimmied out of my bikini bottoms. “I’m on the pill.”

He groaned and tipped his forehead against mine. “Are you sure?”

“Please, Garret.” Settling my legs around his waist pressed my bare pussy against his hot length.

“Goddamnit, Lissa.” He palmed my ass and lifted me, notching his cock against me. “Look at me.”

I hadn’t realized my eyelids fluttered shut, but I blinked them open, meeting his stare.

Hands gripping my thighs, he yanked me down, filling me with one thrust.

I gasped and arched, the sudden intrusion, the fullness of his girth stretching me in a luscious burn.

Garret took my mouth again and banned an arm around me, holding me still as he plundered. Fucked me like he would die without my pussy wrapped around him, my mouth fused to his, our bodies rubbing together beneath the water’s surface.

He was the air I breathed, giving life where I had been wasting away.

I squeezed him tighter, my hands fisted in his hair as he rocked into me, his groans bringing my climax closer with rushing force.

“Garret—”

He swallowed the rest of my cry and thrust hard, his arms a vise around me. My soul shot across a starlit sky, bright and free, floating off into oblivion.

Buried deep inside my pulsing pussy, Garret gave over to his own need seconds later, releasing a rush of heat against my womb.

Kisses rained over my face—my gasping lips, my jawline, my ear. “Lissa.” My murmured name sent a shiver over my skin again, and I shuddered as the last twitch of my climax rippled through me.

Garret thread his fingers through my hair, and I melted against him, my hands falling limply from his hair to rest on his neck. The pulse beneath my fingertips thrummed in time with the one slamming in my ears as our breathing slowed.

I swallowed and licked my lips, not nearly ready to open my eyes and face the reality of having indulged in my drug of choice.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, again, his breath caressing my mouth as his forehead once more tipped against mine. “So damn much.”

“I missed you,” I whispered as self-hatred for giving in—begging for it—started to snake its way through my stomach.

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