Page 39 of Bitter Heat

“Please, Roth…”

Her voice died as lust took over. The sight of him on his knees before her was a fantasy she never thought she’d see again. He closed his eyes as he feasted. He wasn’t going down on her so she could take him. He did it because he loved her taste. The ecstasy on his face made her hot and weak and stupid. When her thighs were quaking, he straightened. She closed her eyes against the sight of him. Even as self-loathing cascaded through her, she didn’t move as she heard the sound of his belt coming out of its loops or the rasp of his zipper. He cupped her ass and raised her to her tiptoes. As he slipped inside her, she bit back a moan. She wanted to spread her legs, but she couldn’t, not with her jeans around her ankle boots.

“You fucked up, letting me get a taste of you again,” he breathed against her temple.

She bared her teeth. “This is the last time.”

His dark chuckle made her body erupt in goose bumps.

“It is!”

He slid in to the hilt and stayed there, forcing her to adjust to his size. Her pussy fluttered around him.

“You feel that, princess? That’s you giving yourself to me.”

Her neighbor across the hall opened his door. She stiffened, but Roth didn’t stop. He fucked her nice and slow as two men began to talk. It sounded like they were right outside her door, less than six feet from where Roth was fucking her.

He was watching her, gauging every emotion that flittered across her face. She glared at him, hating him yet wanting this from him. His hands left her ass, allowing her skin to scrape against the brick with each thrust, adding more sensation to her overloaded senses.

“Yes, my cat gave birth. Eight kittens. You want one?” a man asked just outside her door.

“What colors do you have?” another man asked.

“All kinds. You want to see?”

“Want a kitty?” Roth whispered as she shifted restlessly against him.

She reached up and dug her nails into the back of his neck. “No, I want you to finish me.”

His eyes dropped to her lips. “Ask me nicely.”

“Fuck you.”

He linked their hands together and pinned them over her head. He crowded her, limiting her movements, as he sped up. The fact he was fucking her standing up with her legs clamped together made him feel bigger than ever. It was just too fucking good. He adjusted and hit her just right. She let out a strangled gasp. The voices in the hallway paused.

“You want them to hear you?” Roth murmured.

“I don’t care!” she said loudly, past caring about anything but her climax.

She bucked against him and tipped her head back as she reached for bliss. She let out a desperate moan that no one would mistake for anything but a woman in the throes.

“Roth!”

Sensing she was close, he gave her what she needed, grinding her ass against the bricks hard to coax her overused body into another orgasm. She muffled her scream against his chest as he sped up, fucking her mercilessly until he spilled. She lost her breath as he sagged against her with his face buried in her hair. When he released her hands, they dropped to her sides, and for a moment, they stayed like that. There were no voices in the hallway. Either they had left, or they were in their apartments jacking off

When her brain lurched back into gear, she shoved him. “Now leave.”

Roth pulled out of her, causing his cum to slide down her leg and drip on her jeans, another reminder that he had no need for a condom because he was shooting blanks. Self-loathing and rage ripped through her.

“Step back,” she ordered.

His phone began to ring.

“See, that’s the real world calling you. Bye.”

As he stepped back, she yanked up her jeans with a grimace. Roth glanced at his phone before he pocketed it without answering. He zipped his pants up and slid a hand through his tousled hair.

His eyes met hers. “I put my number in your phone. Use it.”

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