Page 104 of Criminally Yours

“Make all the fucking noises you can. You’re my wife, remember, and we want our neighbours to believe we’re a honeymoon couple,” he teased. He thumbed her clit. She was putty in his hands, desperate for his touch. “I bet your cunt is so fucking tight.”

A jolt of arousal gripped her body. How dirty could he be when he let loose?

He licked closer and closer to her pussy, blowing on it between moans. She spasmed as the air chilled her. Each moment was a tease ramping up the anticipation. Wetness pooled between her legs, but it didn’t make him move any faster.

“Please,” she moaned. The tip of his tongue circled her clit. Arousal coursed through her blood. She gave a shuddering breath. As her legs trembled, he smiled up at her, a fire in his eyes, before dropping his head back to her pussy.

She was drowsy with desire, focusing all her energy on breathing.

His finger slid inside her pussy, and his thumb brushed her clit. She gasped, and her body jumped. She shoved her hands against his buzz cut, scratching his scalp to ground herself. He thrust two fingers quickly inside her, his mouth never leaving her clit.

He mastered her body and made her cry out as he pumped his fingers inside her. She squeezed her thighs tomake him move faster and wiggled her hips to force him deeper.

She was close already, and it wouldn’t take much more to push her over the edge. Cool air replaced his mouth as he lifted it from her clit.

She screamed in anguish.

The reprimanding glance he gave in return sent her pulse racing. “You’re going to come on my fingers, and then you’re going to ride me like I’ve fantasised. You’ll take all of me.”

He returned to lapping her clit while thrusting his fingers. Pressure built in her belly. It was as if her stomach was in knots, desperate for the release to send her soaring.

She pressed her head into the pillow, not wanting the moment to end yet desperate to climax.

Suddenly, he pushed deep and grazed her clit with his teeth, snapping the last ties keeping her from what she wanted. She screamed his name, climaxing against him. Her thighs shook around his head, and he squeezed each of her nipples.

She drowned under the swells of her orgasm, and he held on to her as she cried out, her body pinned to the bed by his massive hands. Her newfound trust in him was overwhelming.

As she gasped and sucked in air, he climbed up her body, kissing her skin. She swallowed repeatedly as she tried to regain calm. Her mouth was dry and her hair a mess, but he stared at her like she was the biggest prize.

“Fucking beautiful,” he whispered as his lips fluttered against her body.

“Now it’s your turn.” Her words were a mumbled rasp. At his quirked eyebrow, she added, “I get to ride you.”

She palmed his cock with nervousness and excitement. “You’re bigger than I remember.”

“I’ll be gentle. Take what you can manage,” Strike replied.

“I need all of you.”

His face twisted with urgency, and he jerked in her hand.

“Do you have condoms?” she asked.

“Will you judge me for picking some up after I found you in town in the coffee shop?”

Millie shook her head, her beaming smile eclipsing her face. “Always my prepared bodyguard.”

“I got lube at the pharmacy, too.” He pulled the items from the bedside drawer.

“Too fucking perfect. Your instincts?”

“My dreams.” His grin was accompanied by a blush so adorable that something more than arousal filled her.

He lay on his back and handed her the condom. “Put this on me so I can watch your hands on my dick.”

She slid the condom down his erection. He thrust into her hand as she stroked lube down his dick.

“You feel so good already,” he growled.