Page 108 of Knife For Hire

“Cinnamon,” I clip between my teeth. “I’m going to fuck you hard. Rub your clit for me.”

She listens, and I watch for a few beats as she brings her own pleasure. The swipes, harsh and fast.

I line her up, keeping her gaze the entire time.

And I drop her onto my cock.

She slides onto me like the perfect sleeve, suctioning me into her hot core.

Explosive. Mindless.

“Fuck!” wobbles from her lips, her eyes fluttering as her head lulls back.

But I don’t move, allowing her body time to acclimate around me. Enjoying the connection. The stillness of this moment.

I bury myself into her neck, there is the faint mark of a bruise. One I watched Orzo put on her down by the water. I make quick work of covering it, sucking and lapping against her skin.

Claiming her as mine.

She clenches around me, her breath hitches. “Kale,” she moans.

Pulling all the way out, I slam into her again. She offers a soft mewl as she writhes in my arms.

I drop her onto the hood of the car, wrapping her legs over my shoulders and grabbing hold of her hips.

And then I roll into her, hard long snaps of my hips. Pistoning. A rhythmic beat.

She reaches between us, rubbing her clit and assisting with her own pleasure. For a single beat, I imagine Orzo here. Helping to bring her along to the point of no return.

Adding to her enjoyment.

But then I shake the thought from my head.

“Cinnamon, you are taking me so well,” I praise her.

She clenches with my words, and I file that away for the future. For the next time I am buried between her legs.

Her nipples are pebbles that beg for my claim, they bounce with each thrust until I can no longer restrain myself. With one hand I reach forward, taking her breast in it. Pinching the nipple.