Page 32 of Blood Ties

“Fuck woman,” I panted as my dick gave one last pulse and a shudder shook me from head to toe.

She lifted her head, sucking hard as she withdrew, resulting in a final burst of pleasure that made me groan.

The grin that curved her plush lips was both wicked and beautiful. She swiped her thumb over the corner of her mouth and licked it clean.

“Jesus, that was hot,” I said between jagged breaths.

“Did it feel like the wrong thing to do?” she asked with a smirk that made her cornflower blue eyes twinkle.

It was my turn to growl as I flipped her to her back and returned the favor.

Then it wasn’t long before she threw her head back on the pillow and she came on my tongue. Moaning, I lapped it all up and I was hard as a rock again. She might’ve still been squeezing my fingers as she slumped back and her legs fell bonelessly wide.

“We need to get some sleep,” I told her as I kissed her pretty pussy, then her hip. I moved up her body until we were eye to eye. But went I tried to roll off, she locked her legs around my hips.

My gaze clashed with hers and a shiver shot down my spine and spread to my limbs. Need made my stomach clench. Greed made me want what I really didn’t deserve.

Then she whispered three little words that would be my undoing.

“I want you.”

“You shouldn’t,” I replied with regret heavy in my tone.

“Sex, Drugs, Etc.”—Beach Weather

“Are you afraid of my dad?” I asked, but kept my legs hooked around his hips. The way his cock went hard against me told me it wasn’t because he wasn’t turned on.

He snorted and shook his head. “Your dad has some seriously badass shit going on, but no. Unfortunately, there are few things I’m truly afraid of.”

It made me wonder what kinds of things pushed fear through his veins. He was tied up with the mob—that had to come with its fair share of things that would make your blood run cold. No, correction—his familywasthe mob—it wasn’t just ties to them.

They were blood ties.

“Then why do you think this is a bad idea? Why do you think I shouldn’t want you?”

Bracing his weight on one elbow, he gently toyed with a lock of my hair. His attention was focused on his fingers smoothing over the strands. I wondered if he would answer me.

“Morally, we exist on two different planes. There are things about me you don’t know—things I don’twantyou to know. You are everything good and sweet, and I’m… not.” He huffed a humorless laugh before giving his head a little shake.

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?” I reached up to cup his cheek. With gentle pressure, I pressed on his face to make him look at me. Reluctantly, he allowed it.

“Because you wouldn’t be making an educated decision,” he rebutted. A flash of what seemed to be pain was there in his gaze, but quickly gone.

“Then educate me. Tell me your deepest, darkest secrets and let me come to my own conclusions. You saved me, you can’t be all bad,” I encouraged with a teasing smile that he didn’t return.

“I’m worse than bad, baby. It would be better for all involved that you don’t know,” he quietly murmured.

“Maybe I like the morally gray boys,” I whispered as tilted my hips in a way that aligned the end of his cock with my aching, wet core. With my heels digging into his backside, he started to go in.

“God dammit, Nivea,” he groaned in protest. But it was weak because he didn’t fight me. As I wiggled to get him deeper, he sucked in a hissed breath, but he gave in. One swift snap of his hips, and he was deeply seated and stretching my pussy in the best way possible.

“Yesss,” I hissed as my hands dropped to his shoulders and my nails raked over his skin. My back arched and I knew I squeezed the fuck out of his cock, because I damn near came at the way he filled me.

He clutched the pillow on either side of my head as he watched me with heavy-lidded eyes. Then he slowly withdrew and plunged back in.

I saw stars.

My body tingled.

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