“Good girl.My good girl.”
I pull down her panties until they’re hanging around her ankles and line myself at her entrance again. Her nails stab into my back as I slam inside. She’s cut me open, but I don’t care. She can make me bleed and come, and I’ll make her clean up her mess.
“Eyes on the mirror, I need you to see how fucking sexy you look. I need you to remember this image. I need you to remember how it feels to be my whore and how you look when you’re getting your brains fucked out of you.”
I turn her around and walk her to the standing mirror in the corner of my bedroom. Her cheeks are red, her mouth gaped open, perfect full breasts and brown nipples making my mouthwater. I press her hands on either side of the standing mirror and slap her ass. Lifting her waist, I sink back into her tight, wet hole, and dig my fingers into her hips. She rises to her toes as I thrust deep.
“Gavin!” She cries out my name like I knew she would. I could hear her scream it over and over again, never getting tired of her sweet voice.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to finish already.”
Holding her up by her hair, I smirk as I angle her face toward the mirror. She looks at herself as she finishes, making me wish I could eat her out and fuck her at the same time.
“We were made for each other, baby.”
CHAPTER 25
CORALINE
Ifeel safe with Gavin. I’ve only been with one other person, and Gavin is making this feel so right. He knows what he wants, and that is so attractive to me.
There’s no judgment. No shame. His kisses are gentle yet domineering. His touch is insatiable, as though he can’t get enough of the way I feel on his skin.
No one has ever made me feel like this. So freeing and confident to indulge in my desires. The scruff of his beard pricks my skin while his lips brush and suck against my neck, making me more feral.
His cock feels like it’s splitting me in half. It’s thrusting against a spot I never knew I had until tonight. Every time he hits it, I can’t help but dig my nails into his back and scream. The pleasure is blinding.
We moved from the mirror to the wall.
He has me against it, his pants still glued to his thighs as he rails me. The sound of my back hitting the wall joins our grunts and moans. I’m loving the way he feels inside me so much that I don’t know where to hold on to him. I’m in his hair, then switch to digging my nails into his muscular back, feeling his scars andshoulder blades. Then, I switch to his abs, running my palms over him as he relentlessly fucks me.
He lurches forward, holding me up with one arm, as he reaches down to retrieve the tequila bottle I took with me from the living room. Still thrusting, he takes a swig and smirks. My body jolts up and down against the wall, keeping my eyes on him, intrigued by a handsome angelic man who fucks full of sin. He brushes his thumb against my bottom lip for a few seconds before he replaces it with his lips against mine. The instant he does, my mouth opens, and I taste the liquor. He spits it into my mouth, yanks my hair from the back like he’s urging me to swallow.
So I do.
“I have to make sure you stay hydrated all night, darlin’, because the things I have planned for you might hurt, but don’t worry, you’ll beg for it.” He breathes into my ear, right before he presses his mouth into my neck and sinks his teeth into my flesh, biting me—leaving euphoric sparks.
A fiery shudder vibrates through me as he rips me off the wall and carries me to his bed. In the next second, I’m getting thrown on top of his bedsheets like I’m weightless to him. I watch his dick bob up and down, hard and thick, with our mixed arousal glistening around his veins and tip.
He’s sculpted so beautifully. He pulls off his shirt in one quick swoop over his head and onto the floor with a whoosh. A gold cross chain remains over his scarred chest. I mirror his actions, doing the same and taking off every piece of clothing that’s left on my body, eager to have him on top of me.
I stop moving when I notice the mood in the room has shifted and slowed. Gripping the bed sheets, I glance at Gavin. His expression turns worried as he pauses for a second, looking down at the floor.
“Gavin, what’s wrong?” I ask, breathless.
His chest rises and falls as he stares at the ground. Heexhales, body visibly trembling as he towers over me, straightening his back.
He wears a prosthetic foot that begins at the middle of his left shin and extends down. I swallow, as a flicker of sadness runs through me. Sad because losing a limb is world-shatteringly painful, knowing what he went through to suffer an injury like this.
He waits for me to say something as he walks to my side of the bed.
As soon as he reaches my face, he sits on the edge, cupping my head.
“Is this the injury that made you medically retire from the military? From special operations?” I ask.
“Yes.” He nods, unable to meet my eyes. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. That’s a story for another time. I can still do everything you can.”
“I know you can.”
