“I’m going to fuck the information out of you.” I fist her hair and fuse my lips with hers, lowering myself to my knees.
She whimpers into my mouth, and I almost blow into my underwear. I’ve been half-hard for hours, for fuck’s sake.
She leans into the kiss, her nails scraping my skull, and I want her to draw blood and never stop.
Hoisting her legs around my hips, she slides on her seat closer to me.
Only a flimsy fabric is between her clit and my cock as she seeks friction, gyrating her hips. Jesus, this woman will be the death of me.
“I thought it was we’d marry and then we’d fuck,” she murmurs into my mouth. Her words are at odds with her actions.
I hook my fingers in her shorts and yank. “Stop stalling, Coraline, or my dick will fall off.”
She laughs again and lifts her hips, so I can peel the garment from her hips. But the way she is positioned, wrapped around me, I don’t get it low enough.
“Fuck it.” I rip itoff.
Cora gasps and then chuckles. “It’s a good thing you’re filthy rich.”
“Finally, you understand the advantage. And the filthy I’m about to show you will make you revisit all your beliefs.”
I scoop her legs and throw them over my shoulders. She loses balance and collapses into the armchair with giggles, her back hitting the cushion while I lift her pussy to my face and blow gently.
“Fuck, this is the prettiest pussy ever.”
“Xander,” she breathes.
“Call—and scream—my name freely, Coraline. I will make sure you have enough reasons to do so.” I look at her from between her thighs, grinning. I like this vantage point very much.
“You’re overly confident.”
“I’ve dreamed about this pussy for long enough to deliver.” I look down and spread her with two fingers. “Look at that pretty cunt of yours. So ready for me.” I blow on her clit again, and she buckles. “And greedy.”
She moans, and the sound is a pure aphrodisiac, dripping need through my veins. I lower my head and inhale her, the primal scent adding to the intoxicating feel.
Cora tenses, her thighs fighting to close. “What are you doing?”
“Getting high on you.” I run my nose up her thigh, licking and kissing her silky skin. “Relax, Coraline.”
“You don’t have to—”
“If you’re under any illusion I’m forcing myself to do anything here, you’re still delusional from your fever, sweetheart.”
She is still strung, her hips locked. “Ethan didn’t like—”
“Have you just mentioned another man while I have my head between your legs?”
She stares at me, bewildered. “I don’t want you to do this.”
I lean back on my haunches, gently putting her ass down on the seat. “You don’t like a man going down on you?”
She blows a raspberry and straightens up. “We probably should talk.”
“There is too much talking involved in this for my taste, and not the right type of talking.” I yank her closer, wrapping my arms around her and tucking a loose strand behind her ear.
She rests her forehead against my shoulder, tapping it a few times like she’s trying to knock some sense into herself.
I kiss her hair. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t consent to, but I have a feeling you’re basing your reaction on some shitty experience with a man whodidn’t deserve you, and certainly didn’t know what he was doing.”
