Whatever’s going through her mind, she seems to get a grip on it at about the same time she decides to get a grip on this situation and reaches down to line me up where she wants me.
“Go on. Do it. Do what you came here to do.”
“Sure, Boss.” I give her a lazy smile. It’s the complete opposite of what’s happening inside when I shove back her hip and press it to the bed. “Hold off. Give me a sec.”
“I want you to do it. Come on. Now.”
A muscle in my jaw flexes as I meet her look, head on. “You’ll wait.”
Her inhale is quick, surprised, and either very turned on or so pissed off she’s about to haul off and smack me.
“I’ll give you what you want. In my own time.” I loosen my hold on her hip when I’m sure she’s not moving up to try to fuck herself onto my dick again. And then, because the rules have definitely changed, I slowly rub my knuckles along the plump underside of one breast, then the other. Her skin’s so soft. Daring her to protest, I hunch down and take one of those fat nipples in my mouth, lick and then suck hard enough to make her moan my name, loud and clear. “Licking rule’s officially been broken.” She whines. It’s a minor protest. “Sucking, too.”
“Jake.”
“What?”
“Come on.”
“My good girl’s begging, isn’t she?” I give her nipple a little nip and move up to watch her as I press inside. “Now, you’ll take my cock.”
“Yes. Yeah,” she whispers. “I’ll take it.”
While I slowly, so slowly push in, my hand luxuriates in her satiny skin, first gently and then with a rough kind of ownership I know I’m not supposed to feel.
I’ve got just over two more weeks of this.
“For two weeks, this is mine.” I stroke her tit, her side, reach down and take a handful of the ass I can’t stop thinking about.
“Oh. Oh, god.”
“Lie back.” As if she’s not already prone and spread-eagled waiting for just this. “Legs wider,” I order just to be a prick, which isn’t something I need to unpack right now.
There’s no earthly reason for resentment to flood me while I take full possession of her body.
No fucking reason for my jaw to clamp down in anger while I drill deep and hard. Or for every bit of tension I’ve been holdingto feed this powerful need to mark her with whatever tools I’ve got.
No fucking reason except that I can’t get enough of the sight of her and she’s got her eyes screwed shut.
And that pisses me off.
“Look at me,” I tell her.
My hips pound with the loud slap of skin on skin, bedsprings bouncing, Kit gasping for air. With every thrust, it strains my muscles, pulls my tendons, hardens my bones, makes me want to fuck us both right into oblivion.
“Look. At. Me, Katarina.”
Like a sullen teenager, she sets her jaw and stares up at me, defiant as fuck and, hell if that isn’t a whole fresh level of turn-on.
“That’s it. That’s it.” I slow my hips, despite my body’s urges, and make her feel every explicit inch of me inside her. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
No reply. Of course.
I push deep and hold, claiming every inch of her body, circle my ass and nudge deeper. “Feels so fucking good, Katarina. Goddamn heaven inside you.”
Her eyes start to close again and I pull out until just my head’s inside her. “No. Baby, no. I need you to look at me. I need you to watch what I’m doing to you. My cock, my face. See how it looks while I…” I swallow because Christ this whole thing turns my crank so hard. “Put a baby inside you.”
“God, Jake.” She squirms at those words.
