Page 49 of Slow Burn

The goal wasn’t to fuck her again, only to make her orgasm one more time before he left.

To make her remember how he made her feel, to make her never forget what he could do to her body.

Fuck, he was such a possessive asshole for someone who had no plans to be anything more than someone who stole her virginity. Yes, stole because he sure as fuck didn’t earn it.

“Please, please, Elijah,” Georgia begged as her back arched, tipping her ass higher in the air.

Damn, he had a whole new kink, which was hearing her beg for him.

He jammed another finger into her pussy, roughly finger fucking her because he was an asshole and was no longer thinking about whether she was sore.

No, now he wanted to have her needy and begging again.

As a man possessed, Elijah watched her grip the sheets and moan into the pillow. Fuck that, the pillow wasn’t stealing the noises he fed off. He stopped fingering her and put a hand on her hip. The other grabbed her hair and yanked her head off the pillow.

“Tell me what you want,” he gritted.

“You,” she gulped with a breathy voice. “Please, Elijah.”

“You have me. I’m right here. Now use your words. Tell me what you want me to do.”

She panted a few times, and her noises had his one hand tightening on her hip, marking her skin. “Please, please fuck me.”

Without a second thought, he slammed into her tight pussy, her walls clenching around him, gripping him like a vise. He paused, wanting her to have time to adjust to the size of him when they fucked in this position.

“More,” she begged.

He thrusted into her, hard and wild, over and over again. Knowing he was the first person to ever do this to her made him a territorial prick.

“Tell me, Peach.” His voice was dark as he fucked her. “Tell me who owns this pussy.” She didn’t respond immediately, and that pissed him off. The hand in her hair dropped and went around her waist to rub her clit. “Tell. Me.”

“You,” she screamed out as she pulsed around him, tensing with a pending orgasm. “You. Oh my god, Elijah, it’s you. Only you make me feel like this.”

Like an unhinged savage, he pounded into her as his life depended on it. Her orgasm washed over her, and the way her pussy clenched his cock, he felt his orgasm build. His lower back tingled, and he pulled out of her as quickly as he could, coming all over her back.

Fuck, he really was an asshole.

How did he forget a condom?

GEORGIA DROPPED TO the bed, fully sated and out of breath.

What a way to wake up in the morning.

Elijah rolled out of bed and walked into her en suite bathroom. Five minutes later, he came back to her.

“Don’t move,” he told her with a surprising sweetness in his voice.

First, he put a warm towel between her legs. He used another towel to wipe his come off her back. Such a tender move for a man who claimed sex didn’t mean anything.

“You can move now.”

She followed his instruction and rolled to her back.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked with concern in his eyes.

“I just orgasmed. I’m feeling better than okay.”

Moving off the bed, Elijah reached down and pulled up his boxer briefs. He bent down again, this time with his shirt. She pouted as he covered up his abs she loved so much.