Page 84 of Into the Woods

“I want to hear you scream,” he whispered against my lips.

My body flushed as I remembered we weren’t exactly alone. “Your brothers—”

“Will leave us the fuck alone if they know what’s good for them,” he replied. “But if you’re still thinking about my brothers, I’m doing something wrong here.”

Before I could figure out how to answer that, he lifted himself away from me and got off the bed.

Pushing myself up to my elbows, I missed his weight pressing me into the mattress. “Court—”

With a smirk, he grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the end of the bed. I let out a wholly undignified squeak as my ass stopped halfway off the edge. His hands were immediately at my waist, stripping off my shorts and underwear.

His gaze darkened as he drank in the sight of me. My top was still pushed down under my boobs, and my lower half was completely naked. Feeling exposed and vulnerable, I tried to close my legs.

With a growl, Court wedged his body between them, keeping them splayed. “No,” he snapped.

“But…” I started.

He arched a brow and slapped a hand over my pussy. My entire frame jolted at the contact, my core clenching at the sharp sensation.

I gaped at him. “Did you just spank my lady bits?”

His eyes narrowed. “No. I just spanked my pussy. I warned you, Becca—now you’re mine. Every single delicious inch of you.”

Oh, hell. It was like he’d dumped a package of pop rocks into my veins. A full-body shiver swept through me, and I took a big breath before releasing it and sinking onto my back.

The curl of his lips made my heart feel too big for my chest.

“Now, where were we?” he mused softly, thumbing his bottom lip as he eyed me.

When he dropped to his knees, my breath caught. His massive shoulders pushed my thighs wider, spreading me open. He leaned in, licking up my slit with the flat of his tongue in one long swipe.

“Fuck, yes,” he muttered, his hands wrapping around my thighs and pulling my pussy onto his mouth. He sucked my clit into his mouth, repositioning his hands so one was splayed flat across my belly, pinning me down. When he pushed two fingers back into me, the pressure of his hand pushing my pelvis down as his fingers pumped into me was almost my undoing.

Electricity shot through my limbs, making my toes curl and my hands clench. His teeth gently nipped at my clit before he sucked it into his mouth once more, flicking his tongue over it.

I exploded with a sharp cry, my back arching off the bed. My hands fisted around the covers as I convulsed, the walls of my pussy spasming around his fingers so hard that I worried they’d break.

Court’s pace never slowed, and I somehow tumbled headfirst into a second orgasm. I forgot how to breathe as he kept sucking and licking my clit, curling his fingers to hit that mythical spot I thought only actually existed in romance novels.

I was still twitching, my brain shooting off pathetic attempts to get my muscles back online, when he stood up. I didn’t even bother attempting to push myself up. My head lolled to the side as I panted, watching him shove his sweats down.

“You’re so perfect when you come for me,” he praised, his eyes glowing with pleasure and hunger as he reached inside his boxer briefs and wrapped a fist around his length. The corded muscles of his forearm flexed as he squeezed his cock, and all I could do was lick my lips.

“Ready for more, baby girl?” He pushed his boxer briefs down, his cock jutting out toward me like an arrow aimed right for my pussy.

A tendril of panic wrapped around my heart as I watched his fist close over his cock again, giving it several rough strokes that left him groaning.

Could I do this? Was I actually going to have sex with Court Woods right now?

Hell, yes, my hindbrain answered for me. He touched me with his free hand, his fingers slipping through my folds as he collected my arousal and spread it all over his cock with a grunt.

“Shit.” He froze over me, grimacing. “I need to grab a condom.”

“Uh… I’m on the pill,” I confessed. Not that I’d started it because I needed it; I’d just always had irregular periods.

His dark eyes studied me. “Have you ever had sex without a condom?”

I shook my head. Not technically a lie, because I hadn’t had sex at all, so the condom was kinda irrelevant. Unease trickled in as I remembered all of his previous conquests. “Have… you?” I cringed inwardly as I waited for his response.

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