Page 23 of Fake Maid

He doesn’t get in. He sits on the side, legs dangling into the water. And when he pats his lap like I’m his little pet, I can’t scramble fast enough onto his strong thighs.

“Fuck. Billie. I knew you’d be a needy little thing.”

“Uh-huh.” I grip his cock between us. I want to tease him, rub the head against my pussy until he’s wound tight too, but he’s done too good of a job. If I don’t get him inside me, I’ll explode.

I notch him at my entrance and sink down, wincing at the stretch. I get the first inch of him inside. The second. The third.

“Breathe, baby.” He rubs his uninjured palm over my back, and I melt under his touch, sinking another inch lower. “Rock your pretty little hips.”

I do as he says, rocking back and forth, and the slick slide of him in and out makes me whimper. Winding my arms around his neck, I press my face against Eli’s throat and push down lower, lower, lower.

“You don’t have to take it all, baby,” he grits out.

I hiss out a breath. “Yes I do.” But it’s such a stretch, such a full feeling, and it’s like he’s everywhere. I’m glad my face is hidden. I bet my eyes are practically crossed.

The sudden crack of his palm against my ass makes me jerk, and heat floods my pussy. I moan and sink down easily, taking the final inch.

“I knew it.” I can hear his grin above me. “I fucking knew you’d like that, sweet girl.”

I’m not sweet, not really, and I set out to show him, rolling my hips and feeling every inch of his cock inside me. He’s touching me everywhere, the ridges of him thick against my walls, and I moan as I roll my hips harder.

God. This is it. This is what all the fuss was about. My ass slams down against Eli’s thighs as I bounce on his cock. I catch a glimpse of our reflections in the dark glass over his shoulder, and I look freaking wild. Flushed cheeks; hair falling out of my braid. Desperate and frantic, working myself on his lap. The sight makes my pussy clench and Eli moans, spanking my ass again, then grabs my hips and thrusts up into me.

I love it. Every bruising grip of his fingers, every crack of his palm against my ass. He’s rough with me and treasures me all in the same go, and it makes me warm; loose-limbed and pliant. I tip my head back, gasping as he kisses down my throat before latching his hot mouth onto my nipple.

Something tugs in my pussy, a direct line from my breast, and I clamp down on his length, working my hips so fast they almost blur.

“Eli. Eli.”

“Do it. Come for me, baby.”

I fall apart with a wrenching cry. I’ve never come like this before—like my insides are rearranging. Like my body is turning inside out. It goes on and on, my cry trailing off until I’m breathing through gritted teeth, and still I’m coming.

“Fuck!” Eli bites down on my shoulder, cock swelling even bigger, hot liquid spilling inside me. A huge ripple spreads through my core, seizing my muscles, then finally I slump in his arms, sticky and sated.

Our breaths are loud. Ragged. They bounce off the pool house walls. I shake my head against Eli’s throat and he chuckles.

“I’m done. Dead. Bury me in the garden.”

His hand strokes down my hair.

“If you think I’m ever letting you go again, you’re out of your mind. You live here now, alright? You sleep in my bed. You eat my food. You take my cock. Billie Blue Walsh, you are mine.”

My arms wind tighter around his neck. Maybe it’s crazy, but the thing is, I know it’s my choice. Eli would never actually force me to do something I didn’t want to do. And do I want to be his?

Hell yes. More than anything.

“I’m going to need a map,” I mumble. “This house is freaking huge.”

His laugh bounces off the walls. I burrow closer in his arms.

I’m his.

And he’s mine.

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