Page 163 of F*ckboys

Then he stands up abruptly and grabs the champagne bottle. He arranges pillows neatly at the back of the bed, puffing them up against the headboard, and carefully tilts me back so my tits are pointing skyward. He pours it over my chest, letting it drip down my cleavage and between my breasts, dripping onto my stomach. My breath hitches as the cool bubbles hit my warm skin.

"You want more?" He asks, his voice husky.

I nod eagerly, not wanting to deny him anything. He pulls away the bottle and kisses his way down my body, trailing his tongue along the path of the golden liquid. He flicks his tongue over my nipple, sending shockwaves straight to my core. I whimper when he pulls my panties down with his teeth and begins to suck on them, tugging gently.

He looks up at me with hooded eyes. "Still wet for me, Fallon-y?" He glances down at himself, his cock already hard again.

I swallow hard and nod. "Always."

He positions my legs around his hips and thrusts into me, moaning into my neck as he pumps harder and harder. I wrap my arms around him, nails digging into his back. His cock feels like it was made for me, a fraction too big so that he drags the length of my walls, my pussy suctioned to him, craving him even as he's inside me.

His lips move up to my ear, his hot breath sending chills down my neck. "You belong here, underneath me, taking my cock like a good girl."

The words fuel my desire. I suck in air as he picks up the pace, slamming into me again and again. Our bodies slap together in a rhythm that feels primal and forbidden. We groan in unison, our love for each other mixed with our hatred and lust.

And then it hits me—he's right. I do belong to him, even when I hate him. Even when the journey is difficult. I'm his, always have been, always will be. This is the dark side of love, and I can't escape it.

I bite my bottom lip, trying to stifle my cries as the pleasure builds up inside me. Aksel's hands grip my hips, holding me down as he takes control once more. I'm nothing but very happy putty in his hands, his body pounding into mine, our sweat mingling on our skin. I feel every inch of him inside me, filling me up and making me whole.

"Come again for me, baby girl," he whispers against my ear, the huskiness of his voice sending shivers down my spine. "Show me how much you want this."

I clench around him, helping him find that release he longs for. My walls tighten, milking him as he growls and loses himself in me. Our lips crash together in a messy, needy kiss that tastes of lust and emotions that reflect the tumultuous journey of our relationship up to this point.

As he shudders above me, the bed groaning beneath us, I whisper hoarsely, "I hate you... but I need you."

He pulls out of me with a grunt and rolls over, pulling me on top of him. His eyes search mine, full of emotion that I can't quite decipher.

I lean down to kiss him again, trying to hide my confusion, my lips soft against his jaw. We breathe together, our hearts racing like two criminals who've just committed a crime.

He guides my hips back and forth, fingernails digging into my thighs as he watches me ride him with an intensity that makes my stomach flutter. I feel so desired, so wanted... so needed.

His cock throbs inside me, filling me up perfectly as our bodies align in a rhythm that promises more pleasure than pain.

Sweat drips down my forehead as I lean forward to take one of his nipples between my teeth, pulling on it gently. He moans softly, the sound vibrating against my lips.

"Fuck, you're killing me," he whispers, arching into the sensation. "I can't get enough of you. But I'm starting to get a little sore," he laughs.

In response, I slide down and start sucking his cock, taking it deep into my throat until I taste his salty skin on my tongue as well as my own arousal. His hips jerk up off the bed in surprise and his fingers dig into my hair.

"Fuck, Fallon," he growls, thrusting his hips up to meet my mouth, his breathing ragged.

I look up at him through my lashes, seeing the desire burning in his eyes.

We fall back onto the mattress together, panting hard, our chests rising and falling in unison.

He trails kisses down my body, tasting every inch of skin he can reach, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. When he reaches my core, he parts my pussy lips with his fingers and licks me slowly, teasingly.

I've come so many times already I doubt I'll be able to do it again so quickly. But within minutes my back is arching off the mattress as I shout his name, my latest orgasm crashing over me in waves. His name is a prayer on my lips as he devours me, lapping up every drop of my release.

I collapse on top of him, our sweat-slicked bodies sticking together. He rolls over, pinning me under his weight, his smile wicked as he whispers, "This is only the beginning."

His hands grip my hips tightly as he thrusts into me, claiming me once more as his own. Our rhythm is desperate and hungry, a feral growl rumbling from his chest with every powerful stroke.I come apart under him, screaming his name into the silence of our bedroom.

He shudders violently, filling me with his warmth before collapsing next to me, his chest heaving.

After a while, we fall into a fitful sleep, tangled up in each other's arms.

We wake up to the sun streaming through the windows, our limbs entangled. We crawl into the shower together, the hot water washing over us, steam rising around us. It's a rainforest shower, high pressure, and it feels like heaven against my skin. Aksel's hands explore every inch of my body, tracing patterns on my back, my stomach, my thighs. I let out a moan as he soaps up my breasts, his touch making me want more.

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