Page 76 of Hard Game

I don’t hesitate when I nod, taking her hand and pulling her behind me, the donut and latte forgotten.

We take her car, and I watch her drive, trying to memorize every feature, every habit, every movement. I don’t want to forget her. She walks into her apartment before me, tossing the keys onto the table before turning to me with flushed cheeks.

“Lauren…”

“No.” She places a finger on my lips, and I smile, loving when she takes control. “I need this. I need you.”

She needs me?

She drags her shirt over her head, wrestling her pants down eagerly. The sight of her body makes me groan, and I’m reaching for her before she’s managed to undo her bra. I yank the straps down, and she gasps when I suck eagerly on her nipples, one at a time. My tongue swirls around the soft flesh, and I nibble on the bud until she’s writhing in my arms.

“New sofa?” I mutter as I throw her onto a dark green couch, her tits bouncing as I do.

“Some asshole ruined my last one,” Lauren retorts, reaching for my belt buckle. It’s animalistic and raw, the way she tears my clothes away. My jeans are around my ankles, my boots still on my fucking feet, and she’s on all fours, taking me deep into her wet mouth.

“Fuck!” I throw my head back, one hand sliding into her hair as she moves expertly up and down my shaft, moaning around me. She bobs her head up and down at a dangerous speed, her lips tightening around the tip when she reaches that point. I dare to look down at her, knowing the image of her on her knees for me is too much. Her fingers grip my thighs, but she’s careful to avoid the gunshot wound she left there.

My Little Fox scarred me.

“You need my dick baby?” I ask her, tightening my grip on her hair. She nods, her eyes watering as she swallows me down her throat, her tight walls begging me to coat them in my come. “You want this?”

She nods again, and before I shoot my load, I pull out of her mouth, replacing it with my tongue. She tastes of my dick, and it’s delicious. I climb over her, positioning myself against her entrance as she moans my name. I slam into her without warning, and she screams, her nails digging into my back as I fuck her hard.

“Maddox!”

She’s so tight around me. I know I won’t be able to last like this, with her clinging to me like I’m a life raft in a storm, her only chance of survival. Maybe that’s what this is.

“You feel so good, Detective,” I rasp into her ear, licking the length of her neck. “Your pussy loves my dick.”

“Yes!” She’s bucking so hard that her clit rubs against my groin, and she shudders and rolls her hips as she gasps.

“Come for me, Detective.” I slide my hands around the backs of her knees and shove her legs around her head, staring down at the sight of her slick pussy swallowing my dick.

I’m in heaven.

My finger sweeps over her little bud of nerves, and she screams, arching her back and gripping her legs. “Fuck!” I lose myself, muttering her name as she pulses around me, her hot breath on my neck when I rest against her.

It’s then that I know I can’t leave her, and like she knows, she says, “Don’t leave me. You made a promise.”

I pull back and gaze at her, still panting. “I did?” I chuckle, not wanting to move. Being inside of Lauren Diess is my favorite place to be.

“You said…” Lauren drops her gaze and chews on her lip, somehow shy even though my dick is buried in her cunt. “You were gonna fill me with babies and marry me.” Her cheeks flush with crimson, and something loosens deep in my soul. She remembered that? The promise I made when we were locked in a cage like animals.

“I did.”

Lauren lifts her eyes to mine and wriggles, giving me no choice but to pull away from her. I rest on my knees and stare at her, the vision that is Lauren Diess, my detective, my everything.

She can’t want that, not with me.

I’m a killer. She’s a cop.

“Did you mean it? Or did you say it to make me feel better?” Lauren stares at me.

“Does it matter?” I ask, still unsure what she’s saying. “If I meant it or not?”

Lauren scowls at me as she pulls her bra on, the straps snapping against her skin. She rests her hands on her hips, and a whistle leaves my lips.

“You want me.” It’s a statement I’m not sure she will agree with, but I hope she does. Because even though I had every intention of hiding, she made me want to hold a megaphone and scream my location to the world.

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