Page 53 of Cupid's Contract


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I bit my bottom lip, and he grabbed under my jaw, holding me there for a second, his eyes frantically looking between mine. “Goddamn you.” His mouth crashed to mine, his tongue pushing its way in, dancing with mine. His kiss was fire. Like his life depended on it. He pulled away, his electric gaze on me. “We’re going. Now.” He said, nearly pushing me out of the seat.

“Where are we going?” I stood there dazed, both by his reaction and his kiss.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me outside, his movements frantic, hurried.

Brady was standing outside of the car and opened the back door for us as Callum stomped towards it. He was a man on a mission and I was it.

Brady closed the door and waited outside, taking a few steps back.

“Take your shirt off now before I rip it off.” His voice was husky, deep. The passion, the heat, tore through me like an earthquake ripped through the ground.

Without hesitation, I pulled it over my head at the same time he pulled his pants down, freeing his already hard cock. He reached into his pocket and cursed.

“I’m clean and on the pill,” I said before he had any time to change his mind. I needed him inside of me now.

He stared at me for a moment, “Me, too. Clean." He said before he lifted me up to slide onto his cock as my skirt rode up to my hips. “You feel so fucking good.” He moaned, unhooking my bra with one flick of his fingers. The clasp was in the front, so all he had to do was push the bra and it slid down my arms. Before I could get it completely free of my wrists, he took both of his hands and cupped my breasts, squeezing them before taking one in his mouth. He was rough, uncontrollable. His teeth scraped over my pebbled nipple as he sucked, like his life depended on it.

I gyrated on his lap, while my hands were still pinned behind me in make shift handcuffs because of my bra.

“I’m going to get into so much fucking trouble for this.”

“Then let’s make sure it’s worth it.” I murmur back against his neck before I bite it. I felt his cock twitch inside me.

“Fuck Everlee.” His palms ran down my back, pressing me towards him before his hands grab my hips and help lift and then hold me down to him as he grinds into me. He’s so deep, there's an ache within, but it feels fantastic. “Where’s your contract?”

“Now?”

“Yes. Now.”

I shake my bra off my wrists and dig into my purse as he continues to grind into me. “It’s not signed yet.”

“Show it to me.” I flick it open with one hand and hold it up.

He quickly scans the page and a devious smile plays on his lips. “Of course you’d be perfect.” He nods, indicating I can toss it on the ground.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

I nodded.

“Words Everlee.” His teeth bit my neck, sucking my skin in making my back arch.

“Cupid.”

His mouth closed on mine again, his tongue mimicking his body.

“You feel so good.”

“So do you, baby.”

He brought his finger in front, rubbing my clit. I leaned back so he could have more access. “So fucking wet.” He put his finger in his mouth, sucking me off of him. I’m pretty sure my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I have never in my entire life had someone who has made me feel like a queen the way he does. The level of want and need he has for me is… I had no words.

He rubbed my slickness off the base of his cock, but this time, instead of licking it off, he moved his hand around to my back and brushed his finger over my hole. Oh fuck. I knew what was about to happen. He wanted to see my contract to see if I’d marked anal and I put yes. I’d done it once in college, but haven’t done it since then.Looks like you’re about to get your freak on.My subconscious sang. She seemed to have permanently taken the shape of the elephant, which was smooshed in the front passenger's seat wearing a bedazzled sleeveless jean jacket with a pair of vintage golden trimmed opera glasses aimed straight at my butthole.

His mouth took mine, this time more gentle. He slowly pushed his finger in and I let out a moan inside his mouth and he swallowed it down. He pushed his finger in again, his other hand gripping on my hip. A squeak came out, and he pulled away. “That’s new.”

“Shut up and fuck me.” I rocked my hips forward.

“Yes, Ma’am.”