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over my tongue.
She rubbed her leg against mine as she whimpered, tension easing from her body. Purring, she ran her fingers down my arm. Another invitation. Another layer peeling away. “Please.”
I couldn’t deny her no longer, moving in between her legs and lifting both around my hips. As I leaned over, she pressed one hand against my chest, the other positioning my cockhead to her entrance. Her shy smile was all I could take. Very slowly I slid the tip past her slickened folds, taking great pleasure in the way her muscles gripped around the invasion within seconds.
Drawing me in deeper.
Creating a wave of scorching heat.
Tugging on my heartstrings.
I crushed my mouth over hers, taking my sweet time to slide my tongue past her lips. She clung to me as if I were a lifeline, pushing her knees against me with intense pressure. I could feel her body trembling underneath me as well as the hard hammering of her heart.
She knew nothing about me, only that I took what I wanted.
And tonight was no different.
As our tongues entwined, I thrust the entire rest of my cock inside, shuddering from the series of vibrations. We were both electrified, every cell on fire. The moment was almost perfect; her body molding against mine, her fingers digging into my skin. I shifted her legs even higher, pulling almost all the way out.
She moaned into the kiss, wiggling her body and arching her back. She was a beautiful brat still trying to grasp her moment of control, unable to acquiesce.
The barbarian in me reared its ugly head, thrusting long and hard. Everything became a crazed moment, our bodies becoming one as I fucked her, driving in brutal plunges over and over again.
Winter clamped her feet together, clenching her pussy muscles several times. The little vixen was teasing me.
I rolled her over, forcing her on top.
“Oh. So bad,” she whispered, planting her hands on my chest as she undulated her hips.
“Ride me, Winter. Hard.” The series of growls erupting from my throat were primal, a reminder of who she belonged to. I cupped her breasts, kneading her soft skin as she obeyed me, the look on her face remaining mischievous.
“Like this?” she whispered, still clamping her muscles as she rocked me.
I pinched her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, twisting and turning.
“Perfect.”
She moaned from the pain, throwing her head back, the anguished sound floating into the air. “Oh, yes. So good.”
“So tight and wet, my bad little girl.”
I moved with her, jutting my hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with our animalistic growls. I wanted this to last, to experience the kind of joy that had been missing from my life, for hours.
But my balls were aching too significantly, my cock swelling deep within her.
Winter swept her long hair back and forth, her moans escalating.
I was ready to explode. Issuing a series of guttural sounds, I rolled her over once again, never breaking our connection. As I shifted onto my hands, lifting my body above hers, I gave her a savage smile. “Mine.” I pumped into her hard and fast as she twisted her mouth, her body reacting to mine, the electricity sparking a huge fire ready to consume us both.
“Oh, so good. So...” she struggled to say, her eyes half closed.
“Come for me. I want you to come with me,” I commanded, my voice no longer my own.
“Uh-huh. Yes. Yes. Yes...”
Every muscle in my body tensed as the adrenaline rush crashed down over me, every cell in my body bursting. As she began to climax, issuing the most beautiful moans I’d ever heard, there was no holding back. I erupted inside, filling her with my seed.
And for some crazy reason, I thought of Father McGivney, a proverb he’d once whispered into my ear.
“For the evil man has no future; the lamp of the wicked will be put out.”
My own brother had once believed I was capable of revenge, doing horrible things to my own family.
Why was I terrified that I was the evil man?
Like father, like son.
Chapter Twelve
Winter
Pensive.
Matteo was just as tense as before, although I’d seen a change in him to a small degree. He wasn’t as formal as before. Just seeing him in shorts and a polo was a wonderful change. The incredible round of sex had somehow brought us closer, even though that wasn’t enough to create a foundation.
Even with the beautiful and very romantic music playing and the six candles he’d lit without me asking. And with