Page 41 of Beneath the Surface

She’s so fucking sexy.

If lust wasn’t swimming through my veins and twisting up my logic, maybe I would stop whatever is happening andthinkabout what she’s asking. But it’s no surprise I don’t, because truthfully, I haven’t been thinking straight since the moment I saw her—long before she ever knew of me.

The taste of her mouth makes me woozy, and my tongue presses deeper, trying to dive inside her body and let the feel of her ground me. I start a slow grind, my hips pressing into the space between her legs, the tension in my abdomen coiling tighter with each thrust against the thin material of her sweatpants.

My hand wraps around her throat, her pulse jumping erratically beneath my thumb.

The harder I squeeze, the more responsive she becomes.

“I want you to take it.”

My palm moves back, slipping into the strands of her hair, pulling sharply until her lips separate from mine mid-kiss. Tugging her head to the side, my teeth graze against her neck, my free hand moving down the column of her throat until it reaches the top of her chest.

She squirms underneath me, and my grip on her hair tightens, causing a whimper to escape her lips. My eyes flash to hers, a sudden tightening in my chest, urging me to make sure she’s still with me. That when she asked for rough, she meantit.

I’m testing the waters, not sure she understands just howroughI can get.

Her eyes are heavy, and her cheeks flushed.

So fucking beautiful.

My fingers continue to slip down the small frame of her body, grasping the hem of her oversized band tee, and pushing it up. My already hard cock stiffens further as she moans, grinding herself on me.

When my gaze falls to her chest, my lungs squeeze tight. Her breasts are bare, nipples pebbled, begging me to make them swollen and tender from abuse. I lean down, sucking the peak into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the bud before my teeth clamp down slightly, tugging enough to cause a gasp. My stomach tenses and I swallow a groan.

“Oh, God,” she moans.

“What did I tell you about saying that?” I respond, my fingers coming up to her other nipple and pinching.

She gasps, her back bowing, hands shooting up to dig into my shoulders.

Leaving her chest, I work my way down, my hand following the path of my mouth until I reach the top of her sweats. Pulling them off her legs, I toss them to the side. My heart skips so hard at the sight of her bare pussy it feels like it might break, but I swear to God if I die, this is how I want to go out. Right here, staring at Lily in all her beauty—her taste on my tongue and her body a vision, skin flushed and glistening, begging me to do all the things I’ve dreamed of.

She fidgets and my arm jumps up to her midsection, pressing down firmly to pin her in place.

I may not be an expert in emotional connection, but one thing Idoknow is how to fuck. How to draw out the hidden deviant living inside, so you can enjoy the pleasure of submerging in your darkest desires.

And Lily Adams likes dark things.

My free hand moves down, pushing against her thigh. She resists, her legs tensing, and my eyes glance at her face. I smirk, my dick jumping at her refusal. I put more pressure, prying her legs apart, smacking the inside of her thigh once they’re forced open, her pussy glistening and on display.

The sight of the red print left behind makes precum leak from the tip of my cock, wetting my boxers. “Don’t pretend you don’t want my tongue on your pussy.”

Her fingers reach up and grasp my hair so tight there’s a sting at the root. “No one has ever—”

My heart stutters, mouth watering; a thrill surging through me like a tidal wave.

I move closer, my arm still pinning her down by her stomach, blowing my breath on top of her already swollen clit. “Shame for them then. A fucking pleasure for me.”

And then I lap at her pussy, groaning at the musky taste of her arousal. My tongue circles her swollen nub, reveling in the immediate shake of her legs as they lift to clamp down over my shoulders.

“Oh,fuck.” Her voice is loud. My hand reaches up until I feel the stretch in my side, smothering her mouth, pressing down harshly so she doesn’t wake the kid and ruin what we’ve got going. Having her so malleable under my hands sends a rush of excitement through me—a tingle of power—and my cock thickens further, straining against my jeans, desperate to be let free.

With one palm still pressed against her mouth, the other hand moves down until I reach the outside of her hole, playing in the wetness.

Fuck, she’s sexy.

Two of my fingers plunge inside without warning, and she jerks, forcing them in deeper. I curl them upward, finding the spongy insides of her walls, my mouth alternating between quick flicks, and long, languid motions, paying close attention to how her body responds so I can pinpoint how she likes it. When I circle her clit again, and then suck it into my mouth, her body spasms and she moans, the sound vibrating against my palm, sending a shot of arousal straight to my dick.

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