Khalil seizes my chin so that I can’t look away when he peers into my soul. “Is he the only reason why?”
“Other than the obvious, which is that I think you’re sexy, addicting, and irresistible? Not a minute goes by that I don’t want you inside me.” Khalil’s grip loosens as he chuckles. I ignore my own amusement and let my expression remain serious as I stare up at him. “I’m serious.”
“Oh, I know you are.”
“He doesn’t think you’re worthy of me,” I blurt, feeling my acrimony double at how my uncle treated Khalil.
Khalil has the opposite reaction, snorting like he doesn’t give a shit as he removes his gun from his waistband and sets it on the desk next to me. “So?”
“So I want to show him how you won me over. I want him to know just how worthy I think you are.”
“I’m at your service, Goldilocks.”
Khalil kneels in front of the desk and folds me in half by pushing my thighs into my chest and keeping his hands locked behind my knees. He prefers to eat me out this way because there’s less chance of me squirming to get away and interrupting his meal when it gets too intense. I can already feel my arousal seeping free from the heat of his stare.
The goal was never to be silent and secretive, but from the first swipe of Khalil’s tongue, I know that it would have been impossible anyway. I resist the urge to let my head fall back because half of the enjoyment is watching him savor my pussy. I don’t try to quiet the moan that slips from my lips when Khalil performs that little trick with his tongue that I like.
“Oh, Khalil, fuuuuck.”
I’m just getting into it when Khalil lifts his mouth with a loud smack.
His handsome face is twisted with desire when he stands suddenly and yanks me off the desk. I’m nothing more than a rag doll for him to fuck and use when he spins me around and bends me over the hard surface. I hear the jingling of his belt and then his jeans hit the ground around his ankles. Another moment and I feel his impossibly thick dick pressing inside of me.
I claw at the desk as he forces me to take it all. When it feels like he can’t go any farther even though he’s only halfway, he lifts my leg onto the desk, opening me up some more before sliding in the rest of the way until his pelvis rests against my ass.
We both let out a long moan because it feels like coming home.
“I would let the world burn for a shot of this pussy,” he grumbles against the back of my head. “You don’t even fucking know.”
The smile I was wearing from his words falls when he begins to move without warning. At first, his pace is easy though not gentle, but then slowly it becomes more and more desperate until his pounding rhythm has me grappling for purchase.
In the clear reflection of the window, I spot Khalil with his head thrown back, eyes closed, and his teeth sinking into his lip as he rides me without mercy. It’s perfect, too much, and not enough at the same time. I reach back and place a hand against his abs to try to slow his pace and ease my delirium, but he slaps it away.
“You wanted this dick,” he reminds me as his thrusts become short and brutal.
“Yes, I want it. I want it!”
“Then fucking take it.” Khalil wraps my long braid around his wrist and uses it to force my head from the desk just as a scream rips from my throat. The desk isn’t bolted to the floor, so it skids across the hardwood from the force of Khalil’s thrusts while the empty desk drawers open and slam closed.
Khalil isn’t as mean as Thorin when he fucks, but he usually dangles just this side of traumatizing, which makes it even harder not to come crawling back for more each time.
It’s impossible for anyone, much less my uncle, not to hear us. I can almost imagine the sheriff hearing us from outside and rushing away to hide in his truck, but since I don’t want to imagine it, I shove away all thoughts of anyone outside this room.
Anyone but Khalil and me.
“I’m going to come, Aurelia, and I want you to swallow it. I want you to taste my cum on your tongue all the way back to the cabin to remind you where you belong. Do you hear me?”
“Yes.”
Khalil pulls out of me and takes a step back, giving me only enough room to fall to my knees in front of him. His dick is glistening with my juices, and I don’t hesitate to wrap my lips around him. I don’t shy away from the intensity of his dark gaze as he watches me swallow him. And when I reach the limit of what I can take, Khalil forces me to take more.
My abused pussy is gushing and dripping his juices and mine onto the floor, and it doesn’t escape his notice.
“Touch your pussy. Rub that clit. That’s it. You want to come, Goldilocks?” I nod with a mouth full of dick. “Not yet. Put your fingers inside your pussy.”
I do so, loving the way my walls grip me immediately.
I always love when Khalil fucks me because my body never forgets him after. It just demands more.
