I come apart, pulse thrashing, warmth flooding me like a sudden fever. “Oh, Konnor!”
“That’s it. Good little whore.”
Oh, God.
Why do I like that?
He leaves his finger inside me as I drift down from that high but slides up on my body until he is over me, a presence ready to do more, so much more. “This is how it will be. Whenever I want it. In my car. In the kitchen. In front of your fucking roommate.”
I look up into his green eyes full of lust, wondering how Corny Konnor Slater can go from perfectly sweet, to a completemalefull of dark desires and mystery. How many women have seen this side of him?Ugh.I close my eyes, not wanting the images, not wanting to sabotage this?—
“Do you want to feel me inside you?”
I open my eyes, head already nodding vigorously.
“I want to fuck you slowly, Duch.” He sinks another finger inside me. Both move slowly, winding me into coils of need. “I want to be deep, tangled, and staring straight into your eyes, but right now… You’re my little whore.”
Without taking his eyes off me, he slides backwards off the bed, dragging me with him until I’m on the very edge, feet still on the mattress, legs spread for him. He rips open his jeans, pushes them down, and strokes from the base of his cock to the tip, squeezing clear fluid onto my thigh.
I blush. “Did– Did you come?”
“Ouch.” He mock-frowns. “That’s precum, Duch. Having your taste on my lips drives me crazy.” He flattens one hand against my thigh, then drops his gaze from mine to watch himself ease slowly inside me, one careful inch at a time.
My breath catches.
My eyes fall closed against the stretch.
“Open your eyes.”
My eyes open and seek the dark reassurance in his, a moment before he thrusts into me, snatching the last wisp of air from my lungs. His head drops back on a long, relieved groan once he has me impaled, and I don’t know which way is up or down or whether there is room left inside me for oxygen.
As he straightens, he grabs my thigh and hip and starts to thrust in and out of my pussy, his hips knocking me up the mattress while his hands hold me to take each punishing drive.
“This is how you want it?” he rasps. “With my cock deep inside you. Your moans bouncing around my room, so everyone knows, everyone hears, what I do to you. Let's make sure everyone downstairs knows you're mine—and I'm yours."
Suddenly I am in awe of his long, lean body and the way his muscles ripple and contract. I see all of him, enjoying me, loving me, claiming me in the light.
Not a dirty secret.
Not to him.
“Get out of your head, Duch.” He pulls out of me. A gasp breaks my mouth when he flips me onto my stomach, entering me again from behind, the hot, hard edges of his body meeting my back, his hips unforgiving in their rhythm. “You want this.” He fucks me against the mattress, my body coming alive in a way that kills all thought besides pleasure. “Want me wild and reckless with you.” His lips touch my ear. “Fuck… You feel so good. Sotight, so small around my cock. My little, inexperienced whore. Just for me.”
Every muscle inside me tightens at once. Blood races. Heart thrashes. Mouth gasping between yelps and moans. A sensation explodes in the distance, and his cock moving and straining inside me pushes me straight towards it.
I moan, so close.
"What's wrong?” His devious words play at my temple. “Looks like my pretty little whore needs to come again.”
He pulls out, and my mind drops back to the moment, more needy than before. This isn’t what I’ve experienced. My body isn’t just responding to him, lubricating and automatic—it is painfully yearning for him. That’s not what it was like with… My body didn’t really like it with…
It… survived it.
My bodysavedme.
He rolls me to face him again, sliding back inside me, folding his body over mine. I wrap my legs around him and sweep my arms across his thick shoulders, pressing my lips to his.
We move together slowly. Lips slide clumsily on lips. Eyes caught by eyes. Limbs tangled, breath shared.
