Page 177 of Skate the Line

“Fuck,” I groan.

She’s so warm and tight. It’s a perfect fit.

I dig my fingers into her bare ass and move in and out as slowly as I possibly can without losing my control. My balls tighten when I bring my hands up to her waist, diving beneath the jersey. Her rib cage expands in my grip, and I suck on her neck before pulling back and whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

Actually, they’re not sweet.

They’re downright fucking dirty.

“You feel so…”—I pull back and slowly enter her again—“fucking good.”

She makes a noise in agreement. “So…”—her breaths are choppy—“do…you.” A whimper leaves her, and I think she’s winding up again. “How?” she whines. “I’ve never… I feel consumed by you.”

I grin against her neck. “I don’t fuck like normal men, Sunshine.”

A sweet moan leaves her, and I reach underneath her bra. I pinch her nipple, and it hardens against my palm.

“If someone is worth a fuck, she’s going to get my all.”

She’s worth so much more.

I’m out of control, possessive, and downright fucking addicted.

Her legs clamp onto me, and I move my hand to her other breast. I play with her nipple, and my name breathlessly falls from her lips.

“You’re fucking killing me,” I admit. “Each time I get a taste of you, I want more.”

I pull out of her, and her eyes flare. I shove into her quick and hard. She gasps, and I catch it with my mouth.

That’s right. You’re mine.

For the time being.

I kiss her like I mean it.

I kiss her like I own her mouth.

It’s possessive, and she can tell.

It makes her come, and it makes me high.

My pace picks up, and I can’t stop myself. I ram into her over and over again while her pussy squeezes the life out of me, and before I know it, I’m pulling out of her and coming onto the tiles behind her.

I finish myself off while digging my fingers into her side, and truth be told, I think I black out.

What the fuck was that?

I look at her, dick still in hand, come sliding down the wall slowly as our only audience.

“Well,” I rasp. “I think it’s safe to say you don’t mind being tied up any longer.”

An amused breath leaves her, and the color on her cheeks sends me into overdrive.

Sunny all tied up, freshly fucked with a shy smile on her face that I put there?

Yeah, this isn’t going to be the last time I touch her.

We can call it whatever the fuck we want, but the truth still stands: Whenever she wants to use me, I’m hers.

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