Page 92 of Tempting Little Thief

Give no warning.

I fill her in one thrust.

We moan together on instinct, and I hold there, buried to the hilt, from base to fucking tip.

“So fucking ready for me, aren’t you?” I grind my pelvis against her clit, tugging on her hair enough to sting. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she wheezes. “God, this is so—”

“Good?”

“Fuck yes.” She squeezes me. “It’s warm and the stretch …”

Her body quakes, dying to move, but I don’t give her permission to.

I rock slow, deep, barely pulling out an inch and pushing back in, keeping her full of me. “I want this pussy to choke on me. I want her to spit on me, then I want to drown her.”

She nods.

“Grab me.” I bury my face in her neck, licking up the column of it. “I want to feel how greedy you are.”

She’s happy to give me what I want, her hands far from hesitant as she traces every groove of my skin, feeling across my scars and over my tattoos. She squeezes my biceps and grips my neck, testing her strength against it, and I clench the muscles there, pushing against her hold, encouraging her.

She squeezes harder, and when I slap her inner thigh, she lets out a little yelp, flinging her legs up and around. She locks them behind my back, so I tap her ass in thanks, her pussy squeezing in appreciation.

I sit back on my knees, and her long legs keep their hold as I grip her hips and incline them a bit, pushing back in.

“Fuck,” she hisses, moaning right after.

“I’m deeper now. You feel it, don’t you?”

“I feel all of you.” She gasps. “God, you’re everywhere. This is … I’ve …”

My eyes narrow and then it clicks.

She’s never fucked this way before, never given herself over to someone else, at their mercy, and not just that, but never raw. Just me.

Only ever me.

Fuck me, that does something to me and it ain’t normal ’cause I knew that, right? Felt it even though she didn’t say it. Maybe not the condomless part, but the rest, fuck yeah, I knew.

My ego sails, obsession peaking to an all-time high, skyrocketing. I need to mark her, to claim her so everyone knows whose she is. For now, I settle for my stamp on the body that belongs to me. I smack her ass hard, the slap a sharp echo, and she spasms, coming with no warning, and it’s a fucking sight.

Beauty fucking queen.

Myfucking queen.

I don’t pause or let up, but I do flip her, hauling her up on all fours and bracing myself behind her.

Her knees widen for me, and I slide inside, my hips slapping at her pussy, balls smacking her clit over and over, and then she’s trembling once more.

Her muscles give, her left elbow collapsing, so I nudge the right one down too, her cheek now flat on the comforter, ass nice and fucking high.

I bend forward, licking my way up her spine as my hips drive into her. “Look at you, Rich Girl. Bent over like this, offering this ass to me. I should take it now.” I press over the tight ring of muscle, and she lets out a long, muffled moan, clenching even more around me. “Yeah, you like the sound of that, don’t you?”

She nods, clamping her eyes closed, nails shredding through the comforter.

“I’d be so fucking filthy to you. I will be, maybe soon.” I kiss her left shoulder, then her right, and push up again, massaging the sharp red palm print across her ass cheek.

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