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“I’m going to wax every part of you, and when your cunt is red, I’ll lick it better,” I demanded, wanting her to know I wasn’t only referring to her legs.
Before she could say anything, I pulled her thighs apart and shoved my face into her sweet cunt. She trembled around my shoulders as I lapped at her clit and sucked it into my mouth. She hissed between her teeth, making me look up at her dark brown nipples and haunted eyes.
“Take me,” she whispered, spreading wider.
Her pleading eyes didn’t stray from my gaze as I drove two fingers in her, not wanting to warm her up more. I wanted her to be filled with desire and longing but needed her to feel the pain she caused me. She’d stepped into my kitchen, and for a split moment, all I’d wanted to do was keep her. That moment was fleeting, though, because she was just like the rest of them. Just another person looking me over like I was the lesser of the twins.
I shoved my fingers into her deeper, pounding into her hot core. Her head fell back, finally breaking our eye contact, and she cried out in pain and pleasure. My spine tightened, but my racing thoughts quieted. Her stare was driving me insane, and it was a relief to have her pleading eyes off me for a moment. Slickness covered my fingers, and I dove back to clean her clit off, sucking her deep into my mouth again and growling at how much I wanted her taste to stay with me forever.
“You taste so good,” I hissed into her heat. “You want me to make you come?” I asked, wishing for a moment that she would look at me again.
She obeyed, looking at me again, as if she’d heard my desires, and I had to take a second to wonder if I’d said it aloud.
“Make me come, Connor,” she sweetly rasped, lifting her chest higher to watch me devour her cunt.
My relentless pounding slowed, and I rocked into her, arching my fingers up to feel the spongy textures over my calloused fingers.
“More. I need more of you inside me,” she panted, clawing at my back.
“Dig your nails into me. Show me how much you want me,” I growled, hovering my third finger outside her entrance.
Stinging ecstasy ripped through my skin, dragging pleasure up my spine. I nibbled on her clit, and her hips started bucking as she sought her release against my stubbled beard.
“Fuck yes, take it,” I mumbled into her, sticking out my tongue for her to take what she needed. “Make yourself come on my face,Mo Cuishle.”
“Yes, push your fingers into me deeper, then bounce them up and down,” she groaned, moving faster on my face.
My cock throbbed with a desperate need to slam inside her, loving the way she told me what she needed.
“Good girl.” I moaned, not caring if she could hear me through her slick heat.
Her movement stuttered to a stop, and she threw her head back. Screams reverberated against the walls, and my shoulders lifted while pride filled me to the brim. Her skin glowed, and part of me regretted not letting her come last time. Her pulsing hips slowed, and I lifted her to straddle my waist as I fell on the office chair.
A sheen of sweat covered her face, and her eyes shifted color to have flecks of ocean blue. Our heavy pants clashed together, and her trembling palms rubbed against my chest and stomach while she traced the outline of my tattoos. I pushed my forehead against hers, breathing in her sweet scent.
“Lift,” I demanded, helping her weak hips lift to line my cock to her entrance.
I slammed into her, shoving her down and thrusting up at the same time to bury myself in her raw.
“I’m going to fuck this cunt and take what belongs to me.”
Chapter 13
Liam
The spare room smelled of tea tree and her, luring me to step farther into the space. Moans echoed up the stairs and down the hall to me. He was bonding her to him, and it was perfect for breaking her down, stripping her away from her last sliver of dignity. My cock swelled, and my stomach turned at how close I was to breaking one of my rules. I wanted to twist her emotions, but I could do that without burying my dick inside her.
“I want it harder, please,” Emily’s begging drifted into the room, and I yanked the unmade sheets off the bed. My chest tightened as I hurried to put the mess of the bed back together.
I looked at my watch, scoffing at the time. We only had two hours until dinner at our father’s house. They needed to wrap this up, and I needed to get laid. I pulled out my phone, checking each notification.
Claire: Jane asked if she could switch her scene from Step Daddy Play Date to Rock, Paper, Scissoring Sisters. What should I tell her?
I scoffed at my text from my crappy studio manager, and I pounded on the phone to text back.
Me: She would be great in Scissoring Sisters. Tell her she will do both and thank her for the suggestion for me. Also, schedule our hairstylist for a forceful anal scene.
I left the spare room and walked into Connor’s, needing to borrow one of his shirts. Stepping into his large closet made my shoulders drop and my throat dry. He needed to own less black and have someone organize this closet. I grabbed my phone again and shot my organizer a text to pay him a visit immediately. I pulled a gray button-up from the hanger and shrugged off my wrinkled shirt, folding it neatly and laying it in the laundry basket.
