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“I can’t take it anymore.Fuck me.” Her voice rings between us, like she’s screaming to the heavens and not me, inches away.
I grip my dick and stroke my length. I’m still inside her.Barely.
Working her up has had the same effect on me, and I shudder when my balls tighten. My abdomen tightens, too, and pleasure races up my spine. I come inside her like that, with just my tip lodged inside her sweet cunt. I force myself to keep my eyes open, even as my knees go a little weak.
She bows forward and watches it happen, too. Watches my dick twitch and cum ooze out of her almost immediately after I slip out.
I immediately replace my dick with my fingers, pushing the cum back into her. “You look so pretty filled like this. You take me so fucking well, Aspen. You did so good.”
I lean down and kiss her chest. Then higher, up her neck. I capture her lips last, plunging my tongue inside her while my fingers plug my cum in her pussy.
“Gorgeous,” I say against her lips, then I pull back. I take her hands and help her off the counter, leading her naked down the hall and into my room. I close the door—because the fuckers downstairs definitely heard her, which is what we wanted. But I don’t need them to see the aftermath.
She gapes at me. “You’re not going to finish the job?”
“I finished.” I wink at her.
There are some of her clothes in a drawer, and I open it for her. “Underwear. No bra.”
She narrows her eyes at me. When I don’t budge, she lets out a sigh and steps up, choosing a very basic, almost boring pair of panties from it. She doesn’t ask me where they came from—the answer is,her dresser, duh—and instead bends over and drags them up her legs.
I get dressed, too. Barely. A new pair of black briefs and dark-gray sweatpants.
“Good,” I say. “Now, will you leave my pussy alone while I go down to the car and get our stuff, or do I need to tie you up?”
Her glare is all I need. She backs up a step at whatever expression crosses my face, but it’s too late. I lunge for her.
We hit the bed, her under me, and she’s immediately fighting to get me off. I capture one wrist and twist her, folding her arm behind her back. Then the other one. I use my weight to keep her down, and it only takes a little stretch to find one of my discarded ties on the floor.
I knot it around her wrists and flip her onto her back—and subsequently, her hands.
“Stay,” I order, smirking to myself.
She blows out a breath, her dark hair fluttering away from her face.
If looks could kill…
Ah, well. Good thing they can’t.
42
ASPEN
Istruggle on the bed for approximately eight seconds.
Eight seconds is a lot of time, and also no time at all. It makes me realize that I can’t do shit with my hands behind my back, besides roll off it and land on my knees. I press my face into the comforter and close my eyes.
My body is electric. It seems to crackle under my skin, threatening to detonate me from the inside out. And it all comes down to the pulse between my legs. The insistent need for Steele that he’s denied me.
“You okay?”
I roll my head to the side and eye Steele. He’s got my clothes and his in his hands, along with my purse. He sets everything on the bed and hauls me into his arms. He sits and cradles me on his lap, then undoes the tie around my wrists.
I lick my lips. “Why’d you do that?”
He eyes me. I bring my arms in front of me and cradle them to my bare chest, when all I want is to satiate the desire wrecking me.
“Why didn’t I let you come?” he clarifies.
