Текст книги "The Bad Boy Arrangement"

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– Chapter Ten -

Abell

I was fixated on the sight before me. Nothing else existed.

Nix was a vision of radiance; a living opal, perfectly clean and glittering in the lights. The corset hugged her waist, the top enhanced her chest. In that moment, there had never been another woman so perfect.

I wanted her.

And I wanted her right now.

“Sir, please,” Bates hissed. “It's unorthodox for the groom to see the bride before the wedding!”

Digging into my wallet, I shoved several hundred dollars at him. “Go away. Give us twenty minutes.”

“I—what?” he asked.

“Abell,” Nix said, hands digging into the layers of the dress. “What the hell are you—”

“I said go,” I growled, shoving the clerk to the side. The man was flustered, but when he counted the money I'd given him, he shut up. With a pointed glance at me, he hurried out of view.

Focusing on Nix, I grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her back into the stall.

“Abell!” she gasped, clearly confused by my response.

Fuck. I was confused, too. It had taken all of my strength that night at the party not to keep kissing her.

Nix had tried to convince me the world wasn't as cruel as I'd experienced.

If she believed that, I wanted to let her keep that innocence. It would be better if I left her alone.

Better if I never touched her again.

But I'm a selfish man.

The curtain fell shut behind us. She stared up at me, and I could see myself—my hunger—in the reflection of her green eyes. “What's gotten into you?” she asked.

Dragging my palms down her smooth, bare shoulders, I shivered. “I can't do this.”

“Do what?”

“Resist you.” Cupping her jaw, my lips captured hers. She tasted sweeter than she had the first night we'd met, more like candy canes and less like beer. Around us, the giant frills of the dress rustled. They announced our actions; shushing us or clapping, I wasn't sure.

My focus was laser sharp, entirely on her.

Under my roaming palms, the beads of her dress felt like brail. They told me a story, led me on an adventure across the dip of her waist to the swell of her ass.

Nix whimpered, pushing her palms into my chest. “Wait,” she said. “We can't do this.”

Nuzzling her throat, I inhaled until I was disoriented. “We can. We are.”

Her voice was fading, thickening with her growing need. “You said... you said you wouldn't sleep with me.”

“No. I said I wouldn't unless you wanted me to.” My fingers found the hooks on the dress, popping them one by one. “You fucking want me to. I can smell it.”

The heat of her blush touched my cheek where it was pressed to her neck. “But I didn't even buy this dress yet, and people will hear us!”

“I'm buying it for you.” I kissed her collarbone, meeting her eyes. “And let them. I'm taking you in this dress, right here. I don't care if the whole world knows what I'm doing to you.”

I need this woman.

Part of me wanted to rationalize it. I needed her? Fine, but I really meant I needed to fuck her. That was it.

Please, let that be it.

Nix bit down on her lip, trying to quiet her gasp. Her struggle was delicious. “My mother will lose her mind if the dress I pick gets damaged, and she won't buy a second, and... and...”

“Shut up,” I chuckled darkly. Running my lips over the indent of her throat, I slid the rest of the zipper down. “Don't talk unless you're saying my name, or begging for my cock.”

Her lashes fluttered. “I don't beg.”

“You do.” Threading my fingers in her hair, I yanked her head back, causing her to groan. “You will.”

Raking my jaw down her throat, I caressed every inch of her exposed skin. Her shoulders were smooth as polished ivory, the inner part of her arm so sensitive that just blowing on it drew goosebumps.

Spinning her, I pressed her face to the wall. “Stay.”

Nix looked back at me, the one eye I could see wide with anticipation.

Dropping to my knees, I threw the heavy folds of her dress up and over her hips. She was wearing a pair of white panties, the fabric pulling tight over her ass. “Fucking hell,” I said. “What a view.”

Tracing my fingers over her thighs, I hooked the panties, tugging them deep in her flesh. She squeaked when the cloth pulled between her cheeks, then further, right between her pussy lips.

With two fingertips, I lightly outlined her swollen folds, back and forth, avoiding her clit. “The night we hooked up, you wouldn't let me eat your pussy. This time, I'm taking what I want.”

“W—wait, wait—ahh!” Nix pushed her face into the wall, muffling her sounds. She hadn't been ready for me to dive in, licking straight up her cunt and along her asshole. Yanking the soaked fabric to one side, I spread my tongue over her shiny pink lips.

She tasted fantastic, a flavor that I couldn't define. I was a rabid animal in my frenzy to reach deeper, lick further. I pulled her labia open on one side, exploring every fold.

My teeth dug into the soft meat of her ass, and when she started to shake, I gripped her hips even harder to keep her on her feet.

“You like this, don't you?” I whispered against her, the layers of the wedding dress drifting over my back. “No. Actually, you fucking love this. Did you even know how greedy your pussy was? That it needed to be adored like this?”

“People—ah! People are going to hear us!”

“I want them to hear us. I want everyone to know how good I'm fucking my future wife in here. That she belongs to me, and that I can't go more than a few minutes without craving her cunt.”

“Fuck,” she gasped, straining to push her hips back into my face.

Nudging my fingers lower, I pet her clit in quicker strokes. Nix whimpered, sweat starting to shine across her thighs. “You're close, baby doll. You're right there. Need me to push you over the edge?”

“Yes! Please, yes, just... fuck... I'm...”

“Cumming,” I chuckled, filling her pussy with two fingers—then three—as she started to buck. “Yeah, I know, and it's making my cock rock hard.” Growling, I rolled my eyes in my skull and shivered. She was gyrating all over my hand, her knees rattling.

Nix must have pushed her fist against her mouth, because her obscene cries were muffled. The noise she made when I yanked my fingers out, snapping her panties in two, wasn't.

“I can't wait anymore,” I said, throwing my belt to the floor. Standing, I shoved my zipper down, the release finally easing the pain of my compacted cock.

Nix twisted, panting as she looked back at me. It was a gorgeous sight; those wide eyes, flushed cheeks, wet lips. Grabbing her hair, I forced her to arch so I could reach her eager mouth and kiss her.

This woman... why had I tried fighting against my desire for her?

She was mine.

My sanity lied in embracing that fact.

“Abell,” she moaned, rolling against me. “Never stop kissing me.”

Smiling around her lips, I hoisted my cock out of my briefs, rubbing it over the top of her ass. It pulsed with my need, smearing precum over her skin. Dipping it down, I slid the fat head over her soaked entrance.

As I started to slide in, I twirled my tongue across hers. “Ready?” I asked.

Swallowing, she tried to break the kiss. “Wait, no, we need a condom.”

Capturing her mouth roughly with mine, I pushed her to the wall, making the stall quake with the impact. “No condom,” I hissed. My cock nudged at her, sinking in a mere inch but spreading her pussy all the same. “You're marrying me, remember? I want everything that entails. Your pussy is mine, Nix Halloway.” I spread her further; she whimpered. “I'm going to brand it with my cum, it belongs to me.”

I was on a wild ride mixed from lust and obsession. Nix was everything I wanted, I ached to my very root with a primal urge to fill her with my seed. Then she'd be mine, every man in the world would know she was my wife once she was swollen with my baby.

Don't, a small voice of reason warned me. Don't get her pregnant. You can't be a father, you're terrible... this world is fucking terrible...

My logic was worn down by my frantic hunt for release.

Nix was trying to kiss me, but her brain was firing just enough to keep her standing. She ground back on me, demanding more of my cock as I fed it to her ever so lovingly. I was sweating bullets by the time my balls brushed her sweet ass.

Holding her by her hair, I licked her neck. My nose was in her ear, my voice gritty and thick. “Tell me to fuck you.”

“Fuck me,” she said softly, writhing on my shaft as I pinned her, not moving.

“Louder.”

“Fuck me!” she sobbed, fingers spreading on the wall.

Bringing my lips to the deep groove between her shoulders, I breathed out. “That's what I needed to hear.”

Sliding back, we both heard her wetness. Nix was dripping; I looked down, holding her hips and enjoying the sight. My cock was shining with her juice, and I was leaving fingerprints across her plump skin.

Driving into her, I groaned and threw my head back. Holy hell! She felt too good, pleasure spiking through my body. My cock swelled, the sensation leaving me breathless.

Nix wanted to slam her thighs back into me, desperate for the entirety of my length. I held her steady, my muscles flexing to keep my control. “I set the pace, babe. I'll fill this pretty pussy with my cum when I'm ready.”

She watched me, hazy with bliss. Leaning in, I thumbed her lower lip open, nibbling. I didn't know what I preferred; the taste of her pussy or her mouth.

Again and again, I thrust inside of her. She clung to me with her wet walls, sucking at me, begging me to stay deep. My speed made her thrum from being forced to endure the careful pace. I was holding back. I didn't want to finish yet.

I didn't... want this to end.

I don't want US to end.

Why was I scared of that?

Because you remember how it hurt to lose someone you loved.

Gritting my teeth, I bent my head and shut my eyes. Stop. Stop that right fucking now. Sex was supposed to bury those memories. Numb me from the sensation of joy... of longing...

Love.

But here I was, wrapped up with Nix, and my escape plan was failing. Being close to her was doing the opposite of what sex was for. Quenching my urges should have made me forget anything and everything that tied me to my emotions.

Nix was forcing me to experience all of it.

Breathing through my nose, I held her closer. I didn't want to see her face, I longed for the darkness behind my eyelids.

She made a noise, and I fucked up—I looked at her again.

Her eyes were shining, every barrier of hers torn away so I could see the genuine need in her stare. That look was for me. I'd done that to her, and she was letting me see into her heart.

The wave of heat I was riding finally crashed. My prick jerked inside of her, filling her to capacity. Tension spread through her pussy, distributing over me like a second skin. That connection left me seeing far away planets.

“Fuck!” I shouted, not caring that everyone for miles might hear. Nix vibrated, squeezing me as she came on my cock. Her nails left marks on the wall, hair hiding her face in a wild spray of copper color.

Throwing my head back, I stroked inside of her quicker—less controlled. Pressure expanded in my lower belly, electric pleasure moving through me until it brushed the veins of my swollen cock.

Shuddering, I hissed, “I'm going to fill you the fuck up, Nix. This pussy is mine... you're mine... I...” Trailing off, I dug my hands into her hips. Locking her against that wall, I shot warm, creamy seed inside of her.

Nix had stopped trying to be quiet; she screamed, thrashing through her orgasm, riding mine out. Every pulse of my cock made her twitch. Every twitch she gave back made my heart spasm.

“Abell...” She said my name like she was making a wish.

Looking down, I realized that at some point, I'd switched the position of my hands. My palm was cradling her tummy, holding her possessively.

How long had we been standing like this? Holding each other up, the white folds of her wedding dress tickling our skin?

I didn't know. Time had stopped being reliable.

Something slid over the top of my fingers; Nix's nails. She clasped me against her stomach, holding me there. The ringing in my ears went on, neither of us speaking.

What did we just do? I wondered if I was insane. She could be pregnant.

And that... that should have bothered me.

She traced her touch over my hand. On some unspoken cue, she fell away, and I backed up—freeing her.

She isn't free.

If I'd just knocked her up, neither of us would be free from the other. For years... for our whole lives... something would tie us together that was stronger than a marriage vow.

Nix straightened up, her dress falling around her hips as she faced me. The lights in the stall were subtle, but under them, she looked like a queen. A snow queen, I thought. No. Fire.

Both.

She was hot in all the right ways, and her chill kept her from burning out. Nix was the perfect balance.

Lifting her eyes to mine, she hesitated. A flicker of uncertainty passed between us in the air. This was where it would all fall apart. Now that the blinding rush of sex was gone, what could keep us from seeing how wrong we were to be doing this?

Nix pressed a hand to her belly and said, “Now you have to marry me.”

I froze. “What?”

“If I'm pregnant... we have to do this. There's no turning back now.” She was staring me down, almost feral in her edginess. She wasn't asking me a question, but I knew, deep down, she really was.

She wanted to know if I'd run away.

It was what I'd always done. It kept me safe from being hurt.

And from hurting anyone else.

My feet moved; the small distance was erased. Curling my arms around her, I searched her face until I could have drawn it from memory. Nix was stiff, waiting for me to answer before she would relax.

“I already told you,” I said softly, “You're my future wife. You belong to me.”

Under my touch, she collapsed. Her arms circled me, temple landing on my chest. It was the position we'd held at the party, hiding away in that secret room. Only this time, when we kissed...

We didn't stop.

– Chapter Eleven -

Nix

I'd done it.

I'd literally fucked my way into trouble.

Every calculated decision I'd made in my life, it had run screaming out the door after what I'd done—what we'd done—in that stall.

Abell had broken our agreement.

He'd had sex with me again.

And I...

I was just as much to blame.

Brushing the zipper of my jacket, I cradled my stomach. I hadn't just slept with Abell Birch, playboy extraordinaire. I'd also let him cum inside of me.

I could be pregnant.

Never in my life had I thought about having kids. My parents had soured me on the idea with how they'd treated me and Gram.

But there was an upside to their denial of the typical fuzzy and fun childhood. They'd raised me to be a perfect marketing genius, a woman who could run their company. I hadn't wanted to be a mother, or a wife, or anyone but a top CEO.

Until now.

Shivering in the early morning breeze, I watched my feet as I walked. The world around me felt distant, almost fake. Nothing held my focus except my hazy future with Abell.

I need to talk to him.

We'd said so many words while my wedding dress had hung off of me like the husk of a flower. The questions I still had... the worries... had bloomed full force over the past few days.

This stuff wasn't phone call material.

I had to see him in person.

Approaching his apartment, I lifted my eyes. It was early, I assumed he wouldn't be awake yet. I'd barely slept, myself.

On the curb, I noticed a midnight blue car. I couldn't say what kind it was, just that it looked expensive—brand new. Of course, this was New York City, so fancy cars weren't a shock.

The man who stepped out was.

“Mr. Birch,” I said automatically, pulling up short.

Corin looked at me, his black-gloved hands gripping the edge of his door. “Miss Halloway, what are you doing here?”

I worked my jaw, trying to come up with a good answer, all while struggling to make sense of why my luck was so bad. I had no love for this man, especially after what I'd learned about how he'd treated his late wife.

Hiding my disgust would be a challenge.

“I'm here to see Abell. Is that a problem?”

His face was as flat as a frozen lake. “I'm surprised to see you seeking him out. I didn't think Abram was someone you wanted to associate with by choice.”

I stood taller, digging for the part of me that wasn't intimidated by big wigs like Corin Birch. After all, I'd faced down plenty of pinch-faced men in thousand-dollar suits while working for Halloway Inc.

Who was he to scare me? “We need to discuss a few things,” I said.

“I hope one of them is the grandchild you owe me.”

My hackles went up. On reaction, I grabbed at my belly. Corin saw this, his eyes flicking down to my hands, then to my face. Had I given myself away?

“You know,” I said slowly, “There's a chance that won't happen. What if I can't get pregnant?”

His smile was dripping with slime. “You should really read that contract better. It's not just about the wedding. The clause is quite clear, pregnant within the first year... or everything reverts back to Birch Industries.”

A clause? Of course, Corin wasn't the type to allow wiggle room. I should have known.

My nails chewed into my palms. “Why do you even want a grandchild? You have no love for your own son, how could you care about someone he helped create?”

I must have hit a sensitive spot, because I glimpsed his eyes darkening. Corin carried his own personal shadow, and it made his edges razor-like; a human sword that itched to cut me in two. “Abram is a fuckup, Miss Halloway. A fact that will always be my shame. But there's a chance his child will be nothing like him. Especially with me around to keep him in line.”

He keeps calling his own son a fuckup. That made me bristle. It was true that Abell had some bad habits, but the more time I spent with him, the more good I saw.

Unable to hold back, I spoke with a low, clipped tone. “You're wrong about him.”

He leaned away, eyebrows furrowing harshly. “Excuse me?”

“Abell isn't as bad as you think, and as his father, you shouldn't say such cruel stuff about him.”

His silence was deafening. The man studied me as if he wanted to find the easiest way to dissect my body. “Are you falling for him, Miss Halloway?”

Tripping on my own tongue, I stuttered. “That—what—no! Of course not!” The question left me floating, every possible answer scary in its own way.

Wordlessly he turned, ducking into his car. With the window down, he leaned towards me. “Tell Abell I'll come back later, once he's... done with you.” He started to roll the window up, then stopped. “Never instruct me on how to speak about my son. You don't have the right.”

I didn't have a response. I was saved from trying; he drove away from the curb, vanishing down the street.

What the hell was that about?

I was curious why Corin had been here, was it to berate Abell? Tell him he had better move forward, get me pregnant?

Recalling the slow burn in his voice when he asked if I was falling for his son, I quivered. It was a good question, but not one I wanted to answer.

Pregnant by the first year. Again, I found myself touching my stomach. The habit was becoming unconscious. I have to see Abell. Climbing the steps, I pressed the buzzer for the building.

No one answered.

Frowning, I pushed again, wondering if Abell was so asleep he couldn't hear. Dammit. Sighing impatiently, I dug for my phone, thinking of just calling him. As I turned, I caught movement to my right.

Abell was jogging down the sidewalk, red sneakers pumping as fast as his fists. In one hand, he clutched a black hoodie. His arms were exposed in a muscle-shirt, shiny from sweat so that his tattoo sleeves looked fresh and glossy.

One look at his fit body, and it was easy to forget how strange Corin Birch had been acting. But wasn't Abell freezing?

He's got too much natural heat to freeze.

After all, it was easy to remember how warm his palms had been when he'd slid them along my spine.

The guy is stupidly hot. And I was stupid for being weak to that.

“Hey,” Abell said, slowing down beside me. He leaned in, lips pressing to mine before I knew what was happening. Weren't sweaty people supposed to smell bad? Abell gave off waves of pheromones and sharp pine.

I didn't have time to snap to my senses and end the kiss; he pulled away first, grinning wide. “I guess I'll say 'hey' again,” he chuckled.

Blinking rapidly, I touched my mouth. “What was that for?” Fuck fuck, slow down you crazy heart!

“It wasn't for anything.” He hooked his hoodie over his shoulder. “I just wanted to kiss you.”

Pure joy radiated inside of me. “Really?”

“Sure. Who wouldn't want to kiss their beautiful fiance?”

I swallowed once, then I swallowed again.

Turning towards his apartment, Abell pointed with his chin. “Were you standing out here waiting for me?”

“Ah, yeah.” Now you look desperate. Good job. Poking my toe into the sidewalk, I smiled. “I wanted to... talk.” I'd wanted to talk, but now, gawking over his perfect specimen of a body, I had other ideas.

Perception burned in his frosty eyes. “Your poker face isn't as good as you think it is.”

Adrenaline spiked through me. “What?”

Grabbing my wrist, he pulled me against his hip, guiding me up the steps. “Get inside. Now.” In a flash we were in the building, his apartment door rising up. He ripped it open, nudging me through.

The wood slammed behind us.

Dazed, I turned towards him. “Abell—”

He advanced on me, gripping my cheeks in his hands. His face was inches from mine, his smirk ravenous. “You come here, to my home, the place where we first fucked, and you think I don't know what you're looking for?” His breath scorched my ear, teeth brushing the tender skin. “You came back for more of my cock, didn't you?”

My tongue was sluggish, speaking was a struggle. What do I say? Abell had changed our dynamic. After he'd proven he had the guts to fuck me in my wedding dress, in public no less, I knew he had no limits.

I'd always been so tough and high strung. But with him, my body—my mind—wanted to collapse into a black hole. I wanted to give in, let him flood my cells with pleasure until I was blind and deaf to the world.

His hand grabbed my ass through my jeans, squeezing. “Answer me. Did you come here for more of my delicious cock?” Thrusting, he ground his steel-hard erection against me.

My pussy clenched in a helpless response. “No—I mean, not at first.”

It was too hard to look at him. I tried to face away, but he cupped my jaw, forcing me back. “Then why come all the way here?” he asked.

My palm brushed my stomach. “To talk about... what we did.”

His nostrils flared, eyes shining. “We can talk, and we can fuck. Best of both worlds.”

“Wait, we can't!” I lifted my hands; he grabbed my wrists, kissing the sensitive skin on the inner part.

“I want to do it again.” Nuzzling my cheek, he reached down, popping my coat open. “Cumming inside of you was addictive. I need more of that, I want to feel you writhing around, itching for that piece of me.”

I couldn't see past the corner of his tempting mouth. The room spun, Abell tossing me against his bed. The white walls around me were too familiar.

“Abell, listen.” I sat up on my elbows, my heart reverberating as he approached. “What we did at the bridal shop was too risky. There's a chance I'm pregnant, a chance I'm not. We can't be so reckless again, not until...”

Not until I know you're really staying by my side.

He threw his hoodie to the floor, tearing his shirt over his head. “You really think that there's a chance I didn't knock you up?” His running pants hung low, his hipbones commanding my attention. The dragon tattoo stamped over his stomach writhed like it was alive.

Words, how do I make words. “Yeah,” I said. “A chance.”

“Then we'd better fix that.” His deft fingers were already untying the strings around his middle. It took me a minute to grasp his meaning. His pants fell away, leaving him standing there in his tight, form-fitting briefs. He might as well have been naked.

Abell winked at me; his hard-on flexed under the fabric.

I should have walked away.

I should have demanded we talk.

Stepping forward, I gripped his prick and squeezed. Abell bared his teeth, grunting in his throat. “You really want to do this?” I asked, tracing him top to bottom. “We don't need to do it bareback. Actually, I could even...” Before I knew it, I was on my knees.

His fingers wrapped along my scalp like a vice. “I like where your mind is.” Gazing down at me, he inched his briefs down. The top of his cock was exposed.

Abell's natural musk created a suffocating fog in my brain. Tugging the elastic away, I let his dick free into the air. It tapped my nose, bobbing at full mast. Entranced, I just knelt there, fixated on the sight of it.

“I love this view,” he said above me.

Peeking up, I shook myself. Closing my fist around his base, I was struck by how small my hand looked. My thumb couldn't touch my forefinger.

Dragging my grip up his length, I felt him spasm. Holy shit, I thought to myself. If I angle it right, his cock is thick enough to block out my view of his face.

I didn't want to block his face, though. Abell was a dream to look at.

Wetting my lips, I circled the engorged tip. Carefully I slid down; I was choking in a mere second. Above me, Abell hissed with restraint. He loves this. That realization was empowering.

Sucking him, his shaft pulsed along my tongue. I sank further, working at fighting my gag reflex. Gingerly, I explored with my hands, cupping his balls; they flexed at my gentle touch.

The longer I lubed his cock up, the easier the blowjob became. The obscene sound of my lips and tongue suckling at him hung in the air.

He was delicious; better than any sweet I'd ever indulged in.

“Stop, wait,” he gasped. Pulling away quickly, he created a wet pop of suction. “I'd love to cum in your mouth. I would. But I don't want this to be wasted.”

Inching backwards on the bed, he stretched out. I was still kneeling, and from this view, he looked like a king. His cock was arching like a tower, his hand fisting the base, gliding over my slick saliva.

“Ride me,” he growled. “I want to look at the face of my future wife as she loses herself on my cock.”

Jumping to my feet, I scrambled to remove my clothes. He watched languidly, jerking his prick in a comfortable, calm fashion.

My weight settled on the mattress. Throwing one leg over his body, I straddled him. Our pieces lined up, so in sync we could have been made for each other.

Gingerly I pulled myself down on him. That initial penetration still made me gasp. I wasn't a size queen, but fuck, Abell pushed my limits.

Every fraction of movement made him sink deeper inside of me. That magnificent dick was stretching me, on and on until I was holding my breath before I reached the bottom.

Abell grabbed my hips, guiding me down the final inch. I inhaled violently, thrilling at the sensation of being so full. He nudged me, encouraging me to start moving. “You're almost too big,” I groaned.

“Once you start fucking me, you'll adjust,” he whispered.

But he was wrong. It didn't matter how much I ground on him, or how slippery my thighs felt. My pussy would start to relax, and his cock would just swell bigger. It was like he kept expanding, making sure I'd always feel that same head-swimming tension.

It was making me delirious; it was too good, too tight, too hot. I was boiling from my center out, sweat streaming just below my breasts.

“Dammit,” he said under his breath. I looked him in the eye, reading his lips because my brain was too busy being assaulted by pleasure to hear. “You're perfect. Beyond perfect.”

He tilted my body, forcing my swollen clit to rub against his firm pelvis. Thrusting onto his cock, I groaned, back arching to the max. My pussy was a mess, and the tattoos beneath me were covered in my juices.

There were flames of ink licking up his hips and belly. I was so wet, if they'd been real, I'd have put them out.

My insides fluttered, wild heat flowing into my cunt. As my clit twitched, the rest of me followed. “Oh, hell,” I breathed out. The mounting pressure grew, my pussy squeezing over and over like a pair of lungs that needed air.

Spikes of delirious pleasure hit me hard. When I finally came, I held my breath, my jaw locking as my eyes closed.

“There you go,” he said, his voice as thick as syrup. “Keep cumming, babe. Keep fucking going.”

He commanded me, and I listened.

Shaking, I slid my hands across his chest, seeking anything to hold me down. I felt so good, I worried I would float through the ceiling any second.

My pussy clenched, hugging his stiff shaft as it pistoned into me. He hadn't slowed down, he was riding through my orgasm. Abell was pushing me further, eager to see what I could take.

Once, I'd told him I liked a bit of pain. I'd just been boasting; I didn't mix pain and sex ever in my life.

He opened my mind, pounding into me with the core-shaking thrusts of a man who could do nothing but fuck. It was perpetual motion, both of us trapped until we burned out.

“I'm so close,” he groaned, slick with sweat. “This pussy is mine, do you hear me?” His palm came around, slapping my ass—I squealed. “Mine. No one else is ever going to have it.”

If I hadn't been so drained, I would have cum again. “Yes,” I drawled. “It's yours. I'm... I'm yours.” What was I saying? I was too far gone to consider any of it.

Abell trembled down to his toes, I felt it in his skin. He bent his spine, his balls contracting against my ass cheeks. “There, there it is, I'm...!” He didn't need to finish his sentence. Warm, fast explosions of liquid flooded into me. His cock jerked to the beat of his rapid heart.

Dizzy, I swayed on top of him. His fingers dug into my thighs, keeping me still, stuffing me with his seed—making me his. Even when he was empty, he kept rolling his hips, that cock still hard. The raw, animal part of me loved that.

Inhaling, he curled his arms around me, bringing me to him. I went eagerly, kissing him even as my vision went blurry.

I had nothing left in me. I was spent.

Abell had conquered my body and mind in a way no one could have. Hell, no one could even come close to. He'd ruined me for anyone else. And I knew it. I fucking knew it.