Page 56 of Shot Taker

“You really are massive everywhere.” She says it breathlessly, with a hint of accusation.

“Never apologized for that before, but if you want me to, I will.”

“Maybe.” But her lips twitch too.

Damn if this girl isn’t everything good in the world.

“We can stop,” I grunt, even though it kills me to say it.

“You wouldn’t be mad?”

“No, I won’t be mad.” I might die of sexual frustration, but I’d do that before I’d hurt her again.

She tightens around me, and my smile evaporates.

My abs flex hard, my thighs clenching. I’m not used to letting someone fuck me.

I’d let her do anything she wanted.

Carve her name into my skin with her nails, red against the black tattoos covering me.

I move my feet up the bed to support her, but she seems fascinated by what we’re doing together.

“Oh!” She swallows, her head tipping back. “Ohhhhh.”

“What is it?” I murmur.

“I like watching you. Watching us,” she whispers.

And a whole other ream of ideas comes tumbling through my brain at her saying that.

Mirrors.

Photos.

Videos.

I get even harder.

“How does it feel for you?” she asks.

“Like heaven and hell all at once,” I say honestly.

“Hell?” Nova cocks her head, her lips curving. They’re a shade darker than her hair.

Yeah, because you’re in control, and I’d give you all of it.

She rocks over me, gaining confidence.

“Tell me how you feel,” I say under my breath.

“It feels wrong. Like we shouldn’t be doing this.” She arches her hips on a moan. “But somehow, that only makes me want to do it more.”

I fucking growl.

“Ride me,” I urge.

She lifts her hips a few inches, then slowly slides back down.

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