“Thatwouldbe the rational, adult move,” I say.
“But we’re not doing it.”
“No. Frankly, I’m too crazy for that grown-up levelheaded shit. I’m stuck thinking about all the ways I need to touch you,” I say.
It doesn’t feel real, even when she’s under my skin.
“You’re in luck. I need to be touched.” She arches against me, her breasts flush against my chest.
“See, what idiot could resist that invitation?” I bite her lip until she gasps.
Fuck, she’s so soft, so eager.
I knew that already—knew she’d be the perfect mix of toned and feminine cloud—her belly soft and her perfect tits spilling out of my hands, nipples ready to be smothered with my tongue.
“Fuck, duchess.”
“That’s the plan,” she whispers, and I laugh.
Then my dick slides between the slick folds of her pussy without an ounce of humor.
For a second, neither of us speaks.
I’m too busy trying to hold back my inner bull, and her hands are on my arms, gripping so tightly.
“I’m sorry I didn’t leave last night.”
“No way.” I silence her with a kiss. “No damn way am I letting you sleep in your own room after this.”
“…if you do that, we won’t sleep at all. And the kids might find out.”
“If it happens, it happens.” I crane my neck down, sucking one of those greedy nipples into my mouth. The way she arches and moans makes my dick jerk. “Quiet,” I whisper, watching asshe pushes the back of her fist into her mouth, eyes fluttering shut.
I’ve never been so glad this house has such thick walls and old wooden doors. Just enough sound barrier between our revelry and prying little ears.
I grind against her again, half-mad to be inside her.
It’s like I’ve reverted to eighteen again.
This must be the fourth time I’m about to fuck her in under ten hours, and my dick is a steel pipe.
Maybe all the months of stress and nothing but my hand under a cold shower left me that deprived.
Or maybe it’s just the black magic spell Margot Blackthorn has me under.
“You feel so fucking good,” I rasp.
“I hope so.” She tilts her hips, giving me a sly, desperate look I can’t possibly deny.
Enough.
My cock pushes into her desperate little cunt.
And my whole body tenses with pleasure, loving how her eyes go wide with delight.
“How are you this tight? Youkillme,” I grind out, giving a long, slow thrust to open her up.
I love how we have to work to make her little pussy accommodate my size.
