Page 109 of Face Off With Fate

He let out a dark chuckle and pressed his body to mine, his hard cock nestling against my ass, making my clit throb.

“Good girl.” Dropping to his knees behind me, he spread my thighs with strong hands. His hot breath hit my pussy, sending another thrill shooting down my spine. “Gonna eat this sweet cunt until you’re begging.” His tongue dove in without preamble, lapping from my clit up to my entrance in one long, deliberate stroke, before placing an open-mouth kiss on my pussy.

I moaned, the taste of him still lingering in my mouth while he devoured me like a starving man. Every flick of his tongue sent sparks through me, building that coil in my belly tighter. He sucked my clit between his lips, humming his approval, and the vibration made my knees buckle.

“Taste so fucking good,” he muttered against me, shoving his tongue inside like he needed more. One hand gripped my hip, holding me steady, the other moved to tease my entrance, two fingers circling before plunging deep.

“Fuck, Monroe, yes, like that,” I panted, rocking back onto his face, needing more. More of his fingers, his tongue.

More of him.

Rough stubble scraped my inner thighs, heightening every sensation. The wet sounds of his mouth and fingers fucking me tangled with my ragged breaths and his occasional grunts. It was obscene—filthy—and I loved it.

He owned me, claiming every inch, and I was powerless to stop him. The possession in his touch, the way he growled like he couldn’t get enough, made me feel desired—powerful in my submission.

He added a third finger, stretching me, pumping in rhythm with his tongue. “You gonna come for me, Trouble?” His free hand reached around to pinch my nipple through my jersey, twisting the barbell just enough to make me whimper. The edge was building, sharp and insistent, but he slowed, pulling back to blow cool air on my heated skin.

Edging me, the bastard.

“Not yet,” he chuckled. “Remember, you need to beg for it, baby.”

“Fuck you, Monroe, I need it. Just make me come.” My voice cracked with desperation. He was toying with me, and it was driving me insane. I pushed back, trying to find relief, but he held me firm.

He laughed, the gruff sound vibrating through me. “Come on, I know you can do it.”

“Please, Josh, please let me come.”

He dove back in, fingers curling to hit that spot inside. “That’s my good girl. Come on now, give it to me.” His tongue lashed my clit relentlessly.

I shattered, crying out his name as waves crashed over me, my pussy clenching around his fingers. The room spun, scents of sex and sweat overwhelming my body, trembling from the intensity.

But he wasn’t done. As I came down, gasping, he stood, flipping me around to face him. His cock was rock hard, veins pulsing, slick from my earlier attention.

“There’s one. How many will you give me?” He stroked himself slowly, eyes locked on mine, challenging.

“Can you keep going, old man?” I taunted, hopping up on the counter, legs wrapping around his waist. He didn’t hesitate, thrusting in deep with one brutal stroke that made us both groan.

So full.

So perfect.

I trailed a finger down the patch of dark hair dusting his abdomen, mesmerized by him sliding in and out, glistening with my release.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he hissed, hands gripping my ass as he pounded into me, the slap of skin on skin turning me on further. “This is what you do to me, Trouble, make me lose control.” His mouth crashed onto mine, tasting of me.

I clawed at his back, nails digging in, urging him deeper.

“Harder, Monroe. Own me.”

He was mine, too…even if just for now.

His hips snapped forward, fingers sliding between us to rub my clit. “Come with me, baby. Milk my cock.”

The tension built again, faster this time, and when he growled, “Now,” we exploded together, him pulsing hot inside me, and he filled me. My walls squeezed around him. Bliss rolling through my body in waves.

Fuck. That was better than anything I’d ever had. Anyone I’d ever had.

We stayed like that, breaths syncing, bodies slick with sweat. Monroe pulled back, cupping my face, looking at me with an expression that had my heart picking back up in speed.