Page 117 of Into the Woods

I was still trying to figure it out when his hand slapped my pussy.

A strangled sound vibrated in my throat as I worked to swallow it down while my hips jerked.

“Hmm,” he mused, and that was all the warning I got before his hand came down again, this time on my clit.

The air whooshed from my lungs as my pussy clenched and my thighs trembled. My head spun as I tried to make sense of what I was feeling.

Pain? Not really.

Heat? Oh, yeah.

Court hummed as he rubbed his fingers against my clit, making my body jolt as the heat turned into a throb.

I squeezed my eyes shut, surrendering my body to his control, but I almost lost my vow of silence when his tongue pushed into me. My entire body trembled as his fingers worked my clit while his tongue rimmed my entrance and dipped back inside.

“So fucking delicious,” he murmured before going back again.

The feel of his tongue and his fingers, my legs splayed impossibly wide as I gasped for air… it was too much. He gave my clit a firm pinch, rolling the sensitive nub between his thumb and finger, and I shattered.

Eyes closed, I hurtled through the abyss of my mind, my breaths coming in ruined, ragged pants through my nose as my back arched off the bed. Swallowing my pleasure was like trying to contain lightning in a bottle as my lungs screamed for oxygen.

I was still twitching, barely catching my breath, when Court straightened to kneel between my legs. I scarcely had time to realize what was happening when he thrust in, his wide cock tunneling inside me. The instant sensation of fullness stole my breath once more.

Court leaned over me, one hand braced on the bed as the other wrapped around my wrists, pinning me under him as he ruthlessly used my body.

It was freaking incredible.

I lost myself to the feel of him moving in me, his cock hitting every spot just right. He grabbed my thigh, pulling my knee closer to my chest. I gasped as he went even deeper.

A tsunami of pleasure was building in my center and rippling out through my limbs. My skin felt hot, too tight. Like I was going to burst apart at any second.

La petite mort.

Death by orgasm.

Every muscle in my body pulled taut, hovering at the edge of shattering. I clenched around his cock, and he swore softly under his breath. I opened my mouth, unable to stop the cry that welled deep in my soul.

Court’s mouth sealed over mine, kissing me and swallowing the noises I made as I flew apart. He jerked inside me, and his warm release coated my walls.

When he was finished, he collapsed on me, letting his weight press me into the bed. I lowered my arms, wrapping them around him as his head rested on my chest. Our sweaty bodies stuck together.

I’d just opened my mouth to say something when my phone chimed next to my bed. I wanted to ignore it, but when it started ringing a moment later, I knew who it was. And if the way his body tightened was any indication, Court knew it, too.

“I have to answer him,” I whispered, regret lacing my tone.

“I know.” He sounded pissed and resigned. He pushed himself up and looked at me, watching as I grabbed my phone and answered Eric’s call.

“Hey,” I greeted, forcing as much enthusiasm into my tone as I could. I reached for Court, threading my fingers through his soft hair. He leaned into my touch, kissing the inside of my wrist.

“Good morning, my love,” Eric returned, a smile in his voice. “I tried texting you, but you didn’t answer.”

Because you gave me less than a minute, you damn psycho.

“I was in the shower,” I replied.

He gave an appreciative hum. “I can only imagine how gorgeous you look naked and wet.”

I gritted my teeth. “Was there something you needed?”

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