He filled her perfectly, as goddamn always. From entrance to cervix, his erection possessed her completely. Long, thick, hot… every inch rebranding her.
Reaux shifted, sliding his left arm around the front of her hips as he stepped forward, straightening her back against his chest. His right hand covered hers on the wall, a groan rumbling from his chest as he rested his chin on her shoulder. “Indescribable, Bennie. I’ve thought about this for a long time, but coming home… the reality is more than I ever imagined.”
Oh hell, she thought.
She’d instigated the mistake that was going to be her downfall.
Chapter Four
Boudreaux
She smelled divine.
With the love of his life captured in his arms, everything felt right again. Even the desecration of his ass earlier seemed… necessary. Exposing vulnerability and his willingness to submit might have played a part in being here now, but he neededto believe the biggest influence in their present situation was Violet’s own hibernating desire.
There was no doubt she was more than ready for him—hot, so fucking wet, and ridiculously tight. If he was a fanciful man, he’d almost believe there’d been no other men in her life during their separation, but that was just wishful thinking; younger Violet had been alluring, but this mature, curvaceous version of her?
Downright irresistible.
If the men in Denver hadn’t bedded her, there was something wrong with them.
Running his nose up the side of her neck, he chuckled as a shiver rippled through her body, inside and out. The muscles cradling his cock sucked at his length, desperate and greedy. He licked the bite mark he’d left only minutes ago, pleased with the indents and rising bruise, then sealed his mouth over it, mimicking the action of her cunt.
He felt the cry gather inside her, suckled harder when she repressed it.
Once, he’d spent hours edging her. Teasing her over and over, bringing her to the very peak of orgasm only to let it fall out of reach. By the time he finally bent her over the sawhorse and fucked her, she’d been breathless, babbling… an incoherent, sweaty, floppy mess that came as soon as he rammed to the hilt inside her silken pussy.
He got those same frantic vibes now even though she was concealing her need.
There were going to be consequences for what happened here; he wasn’t fool enough to believe one rough fuck against the wall was going to be sufficient to bridge the chasm between them. In all likelihood, once they were done, she’d return to her bitchy, ice queen persona for the rest of the damn month. All he could hope for was that some of the ice thawed.
“Hard, Mistress?” he asked, barely lifting his mouth from her skin. “Soft? Slow?”
When she didn’t give him an answer, he rolled his hips, pulling his cock out only to slam it back in. A choked-off yelp made his lips curve. “I’m trying to be compliant with your wishes, Bennie. How does my Mistress want to be fucked?”
Her beautiful ass jerked back at him. Her voice was tight, controlled, with an unmistakable edge when she uttered five glorious little words. “Like a bitch in heat.”
“Wish granted.” Banding the arm around her waist tighter, he brought their joined hands across her torso to pin her back to his chest as he spun around and carted her to the couch. Draping her over the arm, he released her hand to gather her hair in his fist, wrapping the dark length around his wrist until it pulled taut at the roots.
Violet gasped, head tilting back to alleviate the sting.
“Breeding you was always at the top of my list,” he told her, rocking into her, building momentum. “Filling you with my cum, waiting for it to take root, for your belly to swell and blossom. A kink, yes, but I’ve wanted to make a family with you more than anything else.”
“Never,” she ground out.
Reaux didn’t bother to correct her aloud; it would only start an argument, and he was drowning in heaven right now. They could bicker over it later, when her frozen mask was back in place as a defense. “I want a brood, Bennie. Five, maybe six. All as beautiful as their mama.”
Her pussy clenched hard around him as he thrust. “You’re delusional.”
Not bothering to deny it—it was yet another argument for later—he let the rhythm of his hips take over, pounding her into couch. The sweet sound of flesh smacking flesh filled theroom, battling with the wet, sloppy sounds of her grateful pussy welcoming him home with every punch of his pelvis.
Letting him come earlier was going to bite her in the ass, he mused, biting back a smile. Perhaps she was under the assumption his stamina wasn’t as lasting as it had been, or maybe she’d just forgotten that, when it came to her, he was a fucking machine—literally, figuratively, metaphorically.
When Violet was near him, he felt like a teenager again, raring to go just from a whiff of her scent, the briefest brush of her hand, a scathing glance from those gorgeous eyes.
Little moans were starting to sneak through her panting breaths, encouraging his hips to thrust faster, his fist to tighten in her hair. There was no love here, he understood that. Raw, primal fucking was the demand, and he was happy to fulfil it to the best of his ability.
It didn’t take him long to realize that while she was experiencing pleasure, she wasn’t coming apart. Before, railing her this way ensured she orgasmed prolifically, but so far… a little internal quiver, an intense spasm, nothing overwhelming.
