Page 61 of These Rough Waters

“Fuck Rett,” I growl, kissing the graze on her cheek and then the scar that slices through her brow.

Her hand lands in the back of my hair as my mouth finds her delicate throat, lips landing on the fluttering pulse point.

“Tell me you’ll stay with me tonight,” I rasp on her neck, a hand trailing down the curve of her body before it slides around her hip so I can let my fingers sink into the plump flesh of her ass.

“We can’t,” she stutters, tipping her head to the side to allow me access to her.

“Why not, little doe?”

“Harper,” she whimpers as I bring my other hand round and lift, forcing her legs to go around my waist.

“I’ll stay with you then,” I tell her, “Harper won’t see me.”

“Tor,” she whimpers as I let her feel how fucking hard I am behind my jeans.

“Say yes.”

I roll my hips up into her bare pussy, her softness against all my hard edges settling this deep burn inside of me.

“This is coercion,” she moans as I roll again.

“It is,” I agree, “But if I have to use your very needy pussy against you to get what I want, I will. There are no lengths I will not go to, to be able to sink so far into this tight cunt you’ll feel me there for days, nothing I am not willing to do to be able to hold you after and wake up with you next to me.”

My cock was pulsing behind the zipper of my jeans, desperate to get a taste of her hot pussy and fuck, my restraint in doing so was almost non-existent.

She moans as I flex and grind against her, my teeth grazing on her pulse while I wait for my answer.

“Say yes,” I repeat, and grind, just right, with just enough pressure that she cries out.

“Yes, okay!” She moans, “Please.”

“What do you want?” I ask, my smile triumphant.

“Make it stop aching,” She begs.

I let her down gently and her disappointment is evident in the crease that forms between her brows. One thing this woman was going to learn, there would not be a single time I will let her leave unsatisfied. I will eat her cunt like a man starved, fuck into this tight body until she comes all over my dick and deliver her pleasure on a silver platter, over and over and over again.

I will own this body.

I drop to my knees at her feet, grab her behind one knee and force her leg over my shoulder, enough that she loses her balance and falls back against the wall a little harder than I had anticipated. But she doesn’t complain, especially when I lunge forward and latch my mouth to her wet pussy, feasting on her arousal and need for me.

I lick and I suck and I taste everything she has, punching my tongue into her before I let it slide up her entirely and land at the swollen pink clit. She rolls her hips against my mouth, moaning as her fingernails bite into my scalp where she holds my hair as if to keep me in place.

Little did she know there was no other place I’d rather be right now.

I tease her entrance with a finger, smiling against her pussy when she lets out a long, deep groan and tries to press down onto it, needing the penetration.

“That’s it, baby,” I lick her, “Ride my face, you’re so fucking beautiful when you do.”

“Torin,” She gasps as I spear that finger into her and go back to worshipping her pretty pussy, working her up and feeling her start to spasm on my mouth and around my finger. I add a second finger, pumping it into her as she completely shatters against me.

“Oh god,” She moans, hips sputtering as she grinds down, milking every last drop of pleasure and only when I feel her start to calm do I allow her to sag against the wall, gently lowering her leg and catching her weight as she wobbles. Her skin is beautifully flushed, pink and warm.

“Get dressed,” I say to her, settling down onto the bed to watch as she composes herself and blows out a breath.

“You’ll kill me.” She whispers, “But I also have no clothes.” She winces when she looks at her dirtied two-day old clothes, so I point out the bag I dropped at the door before I came in.

“Imogen is downstairs,” I tell her, “She dropped off some leggings and a sweater for you.”

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