Page 93 of The Tallest Tower (Underbelly Enchanted)

When I show him the beastIam, he’ll cut me out of his life and go on with his own.

But that’s for later. Right now, I fist my hand in his hair and earn a growl of approval, the sound a delicious vibration against my core.

“Come on my mouth,” he groans, bruising my hip when he slides his hand down from my belly and grips me there. “Give me that sweet nectar, Christabelle.”

“Felix…” I pant, the fast and shallow breaths leaving me dizzy. My hips move without my permission. Rotating. Grinding. Searching for more and trembling when I find it. “Shit.”

He hooks his fingers inside my pussy and pulls a release from my body that leaves me weak. His eyes, glistening when I burst, my pleasure soaking the floor beneath us.

Not an elegant release, but a wave of ecstasy. The splash of what he does to me, audible and bringing the man on his knees a sick swell of satisfaction.

“Good girl.”

He takes his fingers from my core and drags me down, my knees buckling as I lower, then he guides me onto his cock, filling me so another wave envelops my body and holds me captive.

“Ride me.” He tugs the cup of my bra down, revealing my breast, then he takes it between his lips and nibbles.

“Oh god.” My thighs burn, but I ride the man and whimper when it feels too good. When it’s too much. Too intense. “Felix.”

“I’ve never fucked someone I love before.” He releases my breast and moves to the other. But he slides his other hand around and slips his finger into my ass. Without warning. Without preparation. Without a single care in the world. And when I explode around him, he crashes his lips to mine and swallows down my cries.

“Fuck yes,” he grits, lifting my body and dragging me down again. “Fuck, Christabelle.”

“Felix…” My body melts against his. My strength, gone. “I can’t…” I pant. “I can’t.”

“You can.” He forces me to move faster. Faster. Harder. “One more,Darling.” His body strains beneath mine. His muscles, taut and demanding as he forces me to ride him. “Bring me with you, baby. One more.”

“Felix…” I wrap my arms over his shoulders as aftershocks set my body ablaze. “Fuck.”

“Last one.” He grabs my face and crashes his lips to mine, tensing all over and exploding on a grunt that has his breath racing into my lungs.

He comes on a burst, soaking my pussy and still, he takes. Takes. Lifting my body, then dropping me down again. His strength, unwavering under my dead weight.

“Fuck,” he growls, his hips jutting higher again and filling me up. His pulse, thundering in his throat so it’s visible. His eyes, hooded with desire.

And when my head lolls, my neck too weak to hold it up after being fucked senseless, he nips at my chin. “I knew coming here was a good idea.”

“Drive-thru pussy,” I joke, exhaustion making my words slur. I give him all of my weight, resting my head on his shoulder and draping my arms over his still-jacketed back. “Convenient, quick, and doesn’t cost you anything.”

He chuckles, lifting me yet again, but this time, he draws his knees out from beneath us both and drops back to his ass. “I’d pay you.” He presses a tender kiss to my lips. “I know quality when I fuck it.”

“Asshole.” I can’t summon the strength to smack him. I can’t even get up and walk away to teach him a lesson. “How did you even get into my apartment? This is a crime.”

He shifts us both until he can rest his back against the wall. Then he studies my tits like a child fascinated by something shiny. “I walked in, Darling. We’ve established already that I don’t take issue with breaking the law.” Lifting his hand and cupping my breast, his lips curl into a charming smile as he tests the weight. “Do you rub cherry ChapStick on your nipples, or do you just taste sweet naturally?”

I roll my eyes, even as his cock twitches inside me. “Might be my diabetes. Which reminds me.” I push his hand away and lift from his lap, drawing a groan from us both and a sigh of loss when his cock falls free, landing on his belly and marking his skin with our mingling release. “Ineed something to eat before I pass out.” I show him my hand, visibly shaking, and ignore his semen running along my thigh. “See?”

“Eat.” He leans forward and latches his teeth onto my thigh until my knees quiver. Then he smacks my ass and makes his way to his feet. “Test. Shower. Then we have somewhere to be.”

“Yeah?” I leave my purse by the door. And my clothes. My panties. I cross my apartment in a bra and heels, and opening the fridge door, I take out a square of cheese and toss it between my teeth. “Where do we have to be? And why are you making social plans for a woman who snuck out of your life this morning?”

He follows behind me, fixing his pants, tucking his dick away, and resting his hand on my hip, matching me for every step I take. “Because I already told you—I’m not done with you yet. And I have a surprise for you.” Turning us, he taps my ass and sends me strolling toward the bathroom.

Odd that he knows the way, considering I’ve never before welcomed him into my home…

“Let’s go, Darling. We have dinner plans. We need to be there by seven.”

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