chapter nine #3
“Hadrián,” the way she screams my name has me clenching hard so my nut doesn’t burst free. Still, I helplessly grind my hardness into the bed.
Hips jerking, hand clutching my head hard, Saban arches so high her body bows as I bring her to climax. Pride bursts in my chest like a rocket in the night sky, watching how spectacularly she comes undone on my tongue.
Slow licks bring her down. Rising slowly, I watch her looking at me through the slits of half-mast lids as I push down my jeans but don’t kick them free.
If she wants to be free, this is her chance.
She doesn’t move an inch as I pull off my Henley, tossing it to join the belt.
Her gaze eats up the ripple and swirl of my viper tattoo.
Body limp and pliant, I spread her wider. Taking myself in hand, I press the head of my dick into her tightness. I look down where the head splits her pussy. Her lips are stretched to capacity in welcome. She’s wet and ready.
Thrusting hard, I nearly miss the barrier at her entrance tearing in my eagerness to fuck her.
A cry rips through her as her body bows again, only this time it’s not with pleasure but pain. Freezing, I bite through the pressure of her muscles spasming, squeezing so hard it feels like she’s about to break my dick in half.
My heart kicks so hard as the realization that she’s still a virgin slams into me. Elation co-mingles with fury. She lied.
Mine. Mine. Only mine — is a litany I can’t shake, and I don’t want to.
“You lying little motherfucker.” Gritting against her ear, I curse. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck you, Saban.” Anger making my dick hard.
Clamping my teeth hard, I fight against the raw adrenaline that urges my hips to fuck her into the bed.
Impossibly, her pussy squeezes me so hard my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head. Sweat breaks out on my back.
This little motherfucker, I swear.
Lord knows I want to move — to get up, but I can’t. The world could go to hell right now and I wouldn’t get up out of this pussy.
“I’m going to fucking kill you for this.” I promise.
Gripping her locs, I tug her hair back, wrapping the long tresses in my fist, making her meet my furious gaze.
“Why?” I tug harder when she closes her eyes, trying to avoid my wrathful gaze.
Tears of pain have left tracks on her cheeks.
My heart craters. I hate her in that moment for what she’s made me do.
Still, the feel of her pussy squeezing around me is a fucking drug that’s only took me one hit to become addicted.
Inhaling, I smell nothing but us, our sex. I can still taste her on my tongue. I’m so fucking lost in her.
“Why did you let me believe you fucked, Oz?” I demand, well aware of how deep I’m buried inside of her — how good she feels. Just how fucked up this is.
“I wish it was him,” she whispers, wrath edging every word. Her eyes snap back to mine, the cold clarity in her eyes hard on me before she turns her head away. Only not before I see the tear slip free.
I feel like my fucking chest is about to cave in.
“Oh, yeah?” I growl, withdrawing. Looking down where we meet, I see my dick pulling out slick with her come and streaks of her virgin blood.
Swiping along the ridge with my finger, I take the mix of her sucking it off with a groan.
She is even more delicious now that I’ve split her virgin pussy open.
“You had months to give him this pussy, baby.” My eyes track back up her luscious body, watching the way her titties jiggle as she pants, the way she can’t quite make her body obey.
The thready pulse in her throat is a straight giveaway.
The way she licks her lips has me easing back into her tightness.
“Why didn’t you give him my pussy, Saban?” Bottoming out, I press in, making her feel me. “Because you know she’s mine. Look how well you’re taking me. Look how she curves to my dick, little one.”
Crowding in, I tug her earlobe into my mouth. Sucking, licking, feeling her shiver, I grind my dick into her whispering, again and again. “Mine.”
Surge after surge she takes me. Fucking her deep, I feel those thick ass thighs wrap around me, drawing me higher and deeper into her tight little pussy.
“Look at me when I fuck you, girl.” Slamming into her wet heat, I tighten my grip, not allowing her to deny what’s happening. “I’m going to make you come all over this dick. Then I’m spanking that ass for the lies you told.”
“Just shut up and fuck me.” She commands.
“Oh, you think you run shit?” I demand. Pounding into her soft heat.
“Ain’t I?” Her words cut off when I pull one thigh over my shoulder and go to work on her pussy.
“Nah, lil’mama. There is only one big-ass snake running this. Now, let me teach you how to take my dick the way you need to.” Lowering my head, I take her mouth for the first time in nearly a year.
She gasps against my mouth. I think for a moment she’s going to bite me.
Surprise and, dare I admit, joy erupts in my heart when she takes my kiss as well as she does my dick plowing into her heat.
Softening more, her body opens for me in the most delectable way.
She curves her body into mine in a long awaited welcome home type of way that makes my eyes sting so hard that I have to squeeze them closed so she won’t see all my turbulent emotions.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan, bottoming out again and again as I slam home. Her pussy is so luscious and wet. She grinds her tight little mons against my dick, accepting me in a way she’ll never admit, and I don’t even want her to.
This pussy is too good to give up, and I can’t lie that I’m chuffed that I’m the man who split her open.
“My pussy. Mine.” I plummet into the depths of her brown gaze, snagging with mine at my words. In that moment, I’m lost.
“Yeah,” she nods like a little bobblehead doll with a little whimper, agreeing at my urging.
Swirling her clit as a reward, I bring her to climax mere seconds before my world shatters, dissolves and rebuilds itself while I’m lost in the gaze of the woman who’s dealt me the greatest betrayal and the most exquisite ecstasy of my existence.