Page 48 of Eat You Alive (Court Legacy 4)

It was like I was outside of myself in that moment, a fly on the wall watching me both say and do stupid things.

She didn’t move, and a noise rolled in my chest.

“Fucking now, Fawn,” I threatened, and she didn’t want me to do it for her.

I might tear her in half.

Deft fingers touched her buttons, debate in her eyes as she exposed those big beautiful tits of hers. A chick had called her chubby tonight, this girl the literal opposite of chubby. She had curves, but they were deliberate, like God had a plan and executed that shit for a fucker’s wet dream. A fucker like me, and when the buttons fell away, I just about nutted myself.

I’d seen Fawn’s breasts before, flushed, freckled but her lying on the bed with her pants open was doing something to me. My tongue escaped. “More.”

Shut the fuck up, you idiot.

I wouldn’t let myself, fascinated when the shirt hit the bed, and she went for her bra. I nodded, and she reached behind. The straps eased down her shoulders, the one painted in watercolor flowers even more flushed.

I touched myself through my jeans, an anxious fuck at the sight of her pale, pink nipples. I’d seen all kinds of fucking nipples, but Fawn’s shit had me salivating. Big, round.

“Wolf, this is crazy,” she said, but she tweaked one, the motion matching my hand on my jeans. I was sure it hadn’t been intentional, just a response to me and what I was doing.

But the way that shit had me in chains.

I was angry at myself.Furiouswhen I launched at her and didn’t bother accounting for the fact I had size on her. I pinned her down under my full weight, her tit in my fucking mouth, and I pressed those things together so fucking fast.

Perfect for my hands, bountiful like a fucking feast. I put my face in them, and she cried out.

“What are we doing?” She was questioning herself now, my teeth biting, tasting. Her claws gripped my back, and I roared. “We should stop.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I gritted, my mission shifting to sucking. I hoovered the shit out of her tits, and that exchanged her protest to cries.

“Wolf!”

That’s it. Scream my fucking name, Red.

I had my hand in my jeans, my fist slamming into my boxers as I stroked the shit out of myself. I bit down on her, hard, and when she called out, I laughed. “That’s it, Red. Cry Wolf.”

“You shut the fuck up,” she ground out, playing our game now. Our push and pull was ridiculous, but that shit had me steel and her wet.

I felt it.

My fingers slid into that space between us, easy with her panties ripped. I got my hand nice and good down her jeans, watching her reaction as I fingered her.

Fawn’s head touched the sheets, her mouth open. The urge to ram my dick in it hit me like a motherfucker.

What are you doing? Get off this chick now.

This wasn’t part of the plan, zero plan here. I had a mission for this girl, and it wasn’t this. This was bad and could honestly jeopardize everything I was trying to accomplish with Fawn Greenfield.

But tell my mind that, tell my dick that, which was now ramming into her heat through my jeans as I played with her. Her face had reddened a million degrees, my teeth touching that. I licked her from cheek to nose ring. “How bad do you need it, Red? How bad do you want me?”

If she said anything else beyond what I wanted to hear, I would split her in half and what the fuck? I needed to turn around right now. It wasn’t too late. I could stop this…

“Ares…” The name, my name falling from her lips made the blood rush to other places. The muscle in my chest beat in overdrive. Especially when she placed her hand near it. She braced my pecs. “Ares, make love to me.”

Fuck.

Our mouths fused together, quick, hungry…

Intimate.

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