Page 89 of Into the Woods

I reached down and grabbed his arm to try and make him move faster, harder. Something. I couldn’t even get my fingers to touch when I wrapped them around his wrist. And then he just stopped.

“Becca,” he warned.

Huffing, I couldn’t help myself. “Can’t you just—”

Suddenly he rolled us, him on top and me gaping up at him, wondering how this had happened. Damn him and his secret ninja sex moves.

Straddling my waist, he quickly grabbed my hands, transferring them into one of his and pinning them above my head. My back arched, boobs pushed up on display for him. Dipping his head, he took full advantage, sucking one into his mouth.

I tried to buck him off, but he was too heavy. My feet just slid against the soft sheets, unable to find purchase. When I kept squirming, he used his teeth, biting my nipple until I squeaked and stilled.

Satisfied, he sat back and met my gaze. “Do you mind? I’m trying to enjoy my morning.”

“So am I,” I snarled, shaking my hair out of my eyes.

Making a soft tsking sound, he shook his head. “Come on, honey, I know for a goddamn fact how smart you are. I already told you—your body is mine now. I get to play with it however I want, whenever I want.”

I blinked. “Uh, I don’t remember that part of the agreement.”

“It was in the fine print,” he assured me, but his tone was amusingly dismissive.

“So I… what? Just lay back and take it?” I glared at him.

“Sometimes,” he replied with a shrug. “Right now, I want to enjoy driving my girl crazy, until she’s begging for release.”

Okay, no denying that a big part of me warmed when he said my girl.

“Tell you what,” he added, a wicked gleam in his dark eyes, “I’ll make you a deal. You tell me exactly what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

My pulse thundered as I contemplated his offer. I knew what I wanted, but did I have the lady balls to voice it? I could feel my face going red just thinking the words.

Judging by the growing grin on his face, he was loving my shyness.

I sucked in a deep breath. Fine. He wanted me to tell him exactly what I wanted, then game freaking on.

“I want you to turn me over and fuck me from behind while you finger my ass,” I told him, proud of myself when my voice didn’t wobble. I’d read a scene where a girl had a guy doing that, and she’d loved it. I’d never even attempted ass play, but whenever I read about anal, I knew it was something I wanted to try.

Of course the book girl was also being throat-fucked by another guy, but unless Court was down for inviting Rook or Bishop in to help complete that fantasy, I didn’t see it happening.

His jaw dropped open a bit. “You… What?”

Now he was the speechless one. Oh, I liked that. No wonder he liked making me blush so much.

“Was I not specific enough?” I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes.

His gaze sharpened as he let my wrists go. “Turn over.”

He didn’t give me much room to work with, but I managed to roll onto my stomach. He backed up enough to help pull my knees up so my ass was in the air and on display.

The groan he let out made me feel like a sex goddess as he kissed one cheek and then the other. “I love this ass. Like a fucking ripe peach to match the way you taste. My fucking peaches,” he murmured. “One of these days, I’m going to fuck you here.”

“Yes,” I whispered, loving that plan. It seemed so primal, so base, to be taken that way, and I craved it with Court. I wanted him to take me every way he could. I trusted him to take care of me.

I heard the sharp crack of his hand hitting my ass half a second before it burned. I moaned into my pillow as he repeated the action, careful not to hit the same spot. He peppered a series of slaps across my ass, then dipped his fingers back inside of me.

“Like that?” he rasped, moving into position behind me. His fingers were replaced by the blunt tip of his crown, pressing against my entrance.

“Yes,” I sighed, feeling like I could melt into the mattress. I gasped as he pushed inside of me, this angle making him sink deeper. The sense of fullness nearly overwhelmed me.

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