Devil Incarnate (Boys of Preston Prep #4) - Angel Lawson Page 0,65

flashing behind my closed eyelids. “If I said yes, you’d have to give it to me, whenever I needed it.”

“Think I can’t handle your appetite?” He fumbles behind me, unzipping his pants and lifting my dress. “Competitive swimmer, remember? I’ve got stamina like you wouldn’t fucking believe.”

I gasp as his fingers find my panties, slowly toying with the seam that’s probably already damp. I never really needed him to help me justify this. My brain is leaps ahead, already telling me it’s okay. It’s not breaking my rules. It’s just taking advantage of them, making it so that I’ll be stronger.

If I try hard enough—and I really, really do—I can convince myself that having sex will actually make me a better sex addict.

And in that moment, I truly believe it. “Yes.”

In one swift move, he yanks aside my panties, entering me in a slow, deep thrust.

My hands clamp onto the railing, jaw going slack at the feel of him sliding into me. I should have been smarter. I should have bartered—for condoms, at the very least. But right now, all I can think about is how amazing it feels. How much I want to push back into him and feel those broad palms against my skin.

There’s a shudder in his voice when he whispers into my ear. “Good girl.”

His grip is steady and firm on my hip, the other secured around the railing. His movements are deliciously slow—almost tender—the sweet drag of his hard cock digging and retreating.

His warm punch of breath tickles the skin of my neck. “I could go all night, you know. I could take you into my office and fuck you the way you really want. I could make it hurt.”

A shiver runs through me at the way he slams forward, a soft grunt escaping his lips, just a little taste of what I already know he can do. “No,” I say, shoving back against him, sinking another fat inch of his cock inside me. Considering how much of a mess I am inside, it’s a miracle that my voice comes out remotely even. “I say when we do this—how we do this.”

His low, humming rumble reverberates from his chest to my spine. “As you wish.”

I fight to keep my expression blank as he fucks me, not wanting the rest of the club—Jesus, my friends—to know what I’m letting him do to me. Because this is different from the times before, when he had me right against the edge, using my need against me. This is me giving in.

And fuck, it’s such a relief.

This thing we’re doing is sloppy and careless. I’ve never once done something like this where I’m so exposed. The thought should be frightening, yet another scrap of evidence that I’m escalating, but it’s like water through my fingers. I can’t focus on anything but the way he feels against, around, inside of me. The slow, sharp build of my approaching orgasm is only heightened by the sounds he makes in my ear, full of harsh, guttural breaths.

“You know the best thing about fucking you?” he asks, fingers digging hard into my hip. From the outside, it probably looks like we’re dancing up here, grinding together, eyes fixed on the dance floor below. “It’s that I can feel right when you’re about to come. Your pussy gets so wet and tight, like it doesn’t want to let me go. Did you know that, Little Red? Did you know your body wants me so bad that it’s begging me to stay?”

If I thought I was shaking before, then I’m downright quaking now. My knuckles go white as I grip the railing, knowing that he’s right. My body is begging.

The orgasm is a sweet, intense wave that explodes through my center, arcing out like an electrical storm assaulting my nerves. I can’t hold in the whimper, slamming my hand over his on the railing to ride it out, to keep him close.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he grunts, crushing me hard against the railing. “No one can make you feel this good, Little Red. No one.” I can feel the pulse of him inside, the warmth of him spilling into me just enhancing the sweet shudder going through my body.

Down below, Vandy and Caroline are laughing, trotting off the dance floor, taking a break. I watch as they stand on their tip-toes, peering around the other dancers, searching for me.

Heston makes a sharp, annoyed sound when I shove him away, his spent dick slipping out of me.