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“I bet your pussy is throbbing and needy for what only my cock can give you. You’re wet for me right now, aren’t you?” “I’m soaked.” The words come out breathless. “Show me,” he commands, coming closer. He’s just inches from me now, his eyes latched onto me like he won’t ever look away. Like he can’t. “Come find out for yourself.” That’s it, the sign he’s been waiting for. Those four words, and he’s been unleashed.
“Christ, you’re a fucking dream. My walking wet dream.” My pussy throbs with desire, already so wet and swollen, more than ready for him to fill. “Look at this pretty pussy, already crying for my cock.” “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll go find someone who will,” I threaten, impatient and horny. I can’t wait any longer. I need him to stop playing with his food and fucking eat it. A shadow crosses Gage’s face, anger darkening his eyes. A tattooed hand circles my throat, pushing me back on the desk as the broad head of his cock presses into my pussy.
I rock against him, chasing the friction that’s building between us. Gage looks down at me, his eyes blazing over my skin until I’m singed. “You are so fucking gorgeous, it’s unreal,” he murmurs deeply. “I’m going to mark every inch of your glorious body so there won’t ever be a question about who owns it.” “You talk too much.” I tighten my inner muscles to clamp down on his cock, making him grunt. “Words mean nothing.” His mouth lowers to capture mine, kissing me deeply as he moves inside me with short, deep thrusts.
“You want to come, don’t you?” He reaches between us to rub my clit, making me tremble against him. “You want to come all over my cock.”
“Don’t play with me,” I warn him. I swear if he decides to stop now, I’ll gut him like a fish. I’m sure he can read it all over my face, and he grins down at me—a smile of deep satisfaction, his movements never faltering.
She’s the salvation to my damnation, and I will worship at her altar in every lifetime.
My breath hitches when his hand wraps around my throat beneath my jaw, and I’m being pulled flush against his chest. My free hand presses against him in an attempt to steady myself. The smile on his face is one of dark satisfaction when his lips lower to claim mine. He kisses me soundly—with sweet, sultry give and rough, hungry take. After a long moment, he finally pulls back just enough to look at me, the smile returning to his face like we’re in on the same joke. “Little devil, you’re nothing but trouble. And I’m made for chaos.”
