There’s no beg, no pleading tone this time. Her words are just as much a demand as mine.
I tease my crown along her slit, groaning at the slippery heat. “Fuck, kitty. Already so wet for me.”
Pushing into her feels like getting squeezed by a vice, velvet walls gripping me and sucking me in. “And so damn tight. Relax, let me in this pussy.”
I give her an inch at a time, going slow so she adjusts, and finally, I’m seated fully in her.
“You good?” I ask, leaning forward to brush a lock of hair from her face.
She whines, trying to roll her hips on the thin mattress into me. “No, I need you to move.”
I’m enough of a bastard to admit I like that tone to her voice, like I’m driving her crazy with need and I’m the only one who can satisfy her. I like her bossy tone too, but this is the one that makes me lose control.
I pull out and slam back into her, watching her tits bounce as I pin her hips in place. “I’ve missed fucking this pussy, missed you.” It feels like different confessions but equally important.
Her hands scrabble at the blanket, looking for purchase, and I grab them. Pulling them up over her head, I pin her but hold her hand like she asked. And then I pound the shit out of her like she said to.
In and out I thrust, finding a roughshod rhythm that makes her cries grow louder and louder. I kiss her hard, cutting her off before whispering in her ear, “Shh, kitty. I’m sure Caleb knows what’s going on back here, but those noises are mine, just mine. Bite that lip or I’ll have to shove something in your mouth to keep you quiet.”
Her eyes light up like she likes that idea. So I keep her hands pinned with one of mine and cover her mouth with my other. I can feel her smile against my palm, and then I feel her hot tongue stick out and lick me.
I raise an eyebrow and laughter dances in her eyes. But it disappears instantly when I stroke into her hard, bottoming out and grinding there for good measure.
My voice is a hissing punishment. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk for days, kitty. Just keep you sexed up in my bed until I feel like you understand all the dark, depraved, filthy things I want to do to this body.”
I let my eyes trace down her luscious skin, taking in the dirt from our adventure, the freckles that have popped out from a couple of days in the sun, and her sexy curves.
But as much as I want her body, my eyes trace back up to meet hers.
And I can see it, feel it shining in the depths there. Her love.
I wonder if she can see it in mine too.
Because every wall is shattered between us. Every lie, every falsehood from our past is washed away in this moment, and it’s just us. Real and true, heated and needy.
“I love you,” I cry as I bottom out a final time, exploding deep within her as I’m swept away in the feeling of being completely accepted and loved by another person. I’d never imagined it would be this powerful, this healing of the cracks and splinters in my soul.
Emma’s words are locked behind my hand, but I feel her kiss my palm and know she feels the same way as she tightens beneath me, her pussy milking every last drop from my balls.
Chapter 40
Carly
I am a rebel, a wild animal that refuses to be caged ever again.
I’ve lived in captivity, gotten the T-shirt, and I’ll pass on an encore performance, thank you very much.
And as soon as someone tells me I can’t do something, I want to do it twice as much.
Just to prove them wrong.
But somehow, that’s ended up with me here.
Where’s here?
Oh, you know, wearing all black and carrying a backpack full of gear toward Nathan Stone’s house. No big deal.
Except it is.
A really big fucking big deal.
First of all, I’m not usually one for major B&E adventures. With my penchant for avoiding cages, jail seems like the prime example of something I don’t want to do.
Second, considering what they’re telling me about Nathan Stone, jail might be the least of my worries.
But here I am.
When Claire told us all about Nathan’s trip to Brazil and Emma chasing after