Page 87 of The Sacrifice
“No groveling?” Her heels dig into my ass.
“No groveling.” I claim her mouth again as I repeatedly fuck in and out of her. Each gasp and mew from her lips heals a piece of me that shattered when she left.
My brain knew she did it for us. I knew it. My brain processed it, but the primitive section of my mind only felt betrayal and hurt. This time is for him–the primal beast inside of me. Every other time I make love to her will be for her. But right now, I need to know she’s mine.
She pulls back and trails her tongue along my jawline. “You feel so good inside of me. Don’t stop.”
“Baby, I’m never going to stop loving you.” I inhale the scent of laundry detergent, and God forbid, if I ever have to go to a laundromat. I won’t be able to walk inside the door without my dick leading the way.
The bottom of my shirt rubs against my pelvis, keeping me from being as close to her as I want. I yank it up to my waist without breaking stride. Taking time to remove our clothes is not an option.
I swipe my finger over her clit. The simple touch of my finger on her nub causes her pussy walls to tighten over my cock. “Your pussy feels so good sucking my cock.”
“Yes. Please. Rub my clit. It feels so good.” She drops her arms to her sides, bracing them on the washing machine, and thrusts her apex toward me. I twirl over her clit, relishing the sensations of her pussy clamping down on me and holding me tighter.
God, she’s stunning. I press to the hilt and stay there as some of the savage need eases from my soul. “I love you.”
Her face softens. “I love you, too.”
When I don’t move, she wiggles her ass, rotating in a circle and pressing the tip of my cock against her G spot. “But you need to finish what you started. I want to come so bad.”
“Baby, you’re a walking wet dream,” I growl, lifting her off the washing machine as the sound of the washer goes from spin to drain. The water wooshes out of the machine and down into the pipes. “Hold on.”
She wraps her legs around me like a vice, and with each powerful lunge into her core, she chants, “Yes. Yes. Yes, please. That feels so good. So fucking good.” Until my head spins. The ecstasy on her face makes my chest swell with pride, and my balls tingle as they tighten.
“Fuck, baby, I’m so close.”
“Don’t stop. Fuck me harder. Make me come, please,” her whimpers are broken up by each lunge of my cock.
“So fucking tight.”
“It feels so good. God, yes.” Her eyes meet mine as her jaw tenses. The flash of anger in her eyes makes me smile. “I’m not kidding. Don’t stop.”
Sweat drips down my spine as we race to the finish line. Although between taking longer to get there and desperately stretching out to break the ticker-tape to make her come, we might never get there.
The twitching of her walls intensifies as she gasps and stiffens against me. “God, yes. So good. Fuuuuck.”
Thank God. For a second, I was afraid I’d die before she came. “That’s it, baby. Milk my cock,” I grunt and spill my seed deep inside her.
Chapter Forty-Six
Mia
I bite my bottom lip as a flush settles over my cheeks. “That was intense.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Are you ready to talk now?” I run a finger along his five o’clock shadow.
“Yes.” He nods, lowering me to the floor, and searches for my pants.
After retrieving them, he hands the limp fabric to me without meeting my eyes. I grab his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” When he still doesn’t meet my gaze, my stomach drops.
“What is it?”
“I shouldn’t have been so rough with you. I don’t want you to feel cheap or used. That’s never my intent. But when I saw you, I couldn’t stop. It was like something came over me and….” He trails a hand through his hair.