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My breaths arrived hard and fast, and I gripped tight to her hair, damn near staggering with each intense suck. The light graze of her teeth along my shaft added twinge of pain to the pleasure.

She upped the pace and made me nearly whimper like a bitch when she popped off, until those lips found my balls, sucking them as if I’d laced them with crack.

Massaging her skull, I followed each pull of my cock with a thrust of my hips, gnawing the inside of my mouth to keep from slamming into her throat.

“Goddamn it, Aubree.” My voice rasped with the tension curling through my muscles. “You’ve got me one stroke from losing my mind.”

All sense of right and wrong went to shit, and I lifted her from the floor, suddenly ravenous when her tits jostled with the movement. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, claiming her mouth with a kiss, then spun her around to face the mirror.

Long, brunette locks framed her beautiful face as her half-hooded eyes lit with arousal, and she bit her lip. Her body writhed, ass grinding against my dick, waiting, patiently waiting.

I dragged a finger down her spine, trailing it with a kiss. Reaching her scar, I kissed her there before I shoved her panties aside and pushed my finger inside of her.

The groan that escaped me bounced off the walls. “So fucking wet.” Curling over her, I bit her shoulder.

She jerked with an, “Ah!” and curved her ass higher, like a horned-up kitten.

Slow and steady, I pumped in and out, teasing, high on the look of sheer ecstasy plastered to her face, the half-shuttered eyes.

“Mmmm, you feel so good. Please, I need more. Give me more, Nick.”

The request was enough to break me. I caught both of her arms behind her back, holding them captive with one hand, while I pumped my fingers into her with the other.

A quick sweep of her tongue along her bottom lip, and her mouth gaped again, as moans ripped out of her. She stared back at me in the mirror, eyes locked on mine, brows drawn as in a silent plea.

Faster , I slammed into her like a piston, reveling in the feel of her wetness dripping down her leg as I nudged her thighs further apart. Sensing the blackness seeping in from my periphery, I slowed it down, taking long strokes in and out. Can’t risk the blackout. Didn’t want to lose the moment to it. Just a little longer. Please.

The warm vanilla scent, as I buried my nose in her hair, sent waves of calm through my muscles and battled the rolling clouds of doom.

She tipped her head back, her skin carrying a sheen. “Nick, fuck me. Please. I want you inside of me.”

“You want more?” I gritted out in a rasp.

“Yes!”

“Say it.”

“Please, give me more.”

“Say my name.”

“Nick, please. Give it to me. I need it.”

I gripped her head and leaned forward. “What are you doing to me?” I whispered, my entire body quaking with tension.

She stared at me in the mirror. “Make me come.”

I curved my finger up inside of her, and as a scream ripped from her chest, blackness leaked into my periphery like ink spreading across a white page.

I grabbed her throat.

CHAPTER 32

Aubree

Arms pinned behind my back, palm squeezing my throat, I ground my ass against Nick’s cock, as he stood unmoving, staring at me through the bathroom mirror while his tongue swept across those smirky lips of his.

Teasing? The sweet torture. How long would he keep me like that?