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His nostrils flare and he pulls mehardby my hips into him. He grabs my hand that I knocked the purse off with and laces his fingers through mine before bringing it between my legs. “Brat,” he snarls, before teasing my clit with our woven fingers.

My eyes roll back into my head. I love the way he manhandles me. I look between my legs at our fingers, watching them push me closer and closer to the edge. A giggle escapes my lips between whimpers when I see the letters tattooed on his knuckles.

“Did you pick that hand on purpose?”

He doesn’t stop fucking me, but I watch as he looks at his other hand on my hip. The grin that takes over his face is perfect, showing those dimples.

CHAPTER 24

CLAY

RUBBING

I’m a weak man.I tried to avoid her. I did try to create some space. But now I’m buried in her and I never want it to stop.

The sound of my name on her lips is music to my ears. The sight of her tight cunt taking every inch of me over and over is unreal. And the mouth on her is perfectly filthy.

I’ve spent most of my life feeling like people have to tip toe around me. Either they know me and my history and are afraid to bring up the wrong thing, or they don’t know me, just see the constant scowl, and stay away.

But fucking Lizzy. We’re like magnets, drawn to each other. She sees right through me and doesn’t back down. She just comes back for more and more and I want it.

I want all of her.

I look down at my hand on her hip, seeing the lettersOVERspelled out on my knuckles. I let out a rough laugh, realizing which hand is rubbing her clit. “Does that mean you’re about tocomeon my cock and our fingers?”

“Yes, I want to come with you buried in me so bad.” Fuck that mouth of hers.

I thrust harder and faster, loving every second of being in her. It’s like she was made for me the way our bodies fit together. I hold her hand tighter, rubbing her clit with our fingers and I can feel her pussy start to tighten around me. “Come for me, Lizzy.”

“Don’t stop.” I can feel her fingers work faster and harder between mine.

“Did you forget your manners?”

She glares at me over her shoulder. Her eyes are lazy and hooded with lust, but that fiery defiance is still there. “Please.”

I purse my lips back at her. “As you wish.” I thrust hard, burying myself in her to the hilt, working our fingers relentlessly. I feel her pussy flutter when she shatters on my cock. I can feel her knees buckle as she collapses onto the counter.

“Oh, don’t quit on me now. What was the point of all those workouts?” I quip, thrusting into her again, bottoming out and forcing another moan from her. Despite every part of my body telling me to stay in her tight, wet heat, I ease out of her. I grab her by the hips and spin her around to face me. She looks up at me with those beautiful baby blues, now clouded and glazed over with a sultry fog.

She smirks and grabs my cock, stroking it. “I know you didn’t come yet. I said I wanted you to come in me.”

I cup her ass and lift her off the ground. She instinctively wraps her legs around me and I can feel her slick, wet pussy pressed against me.

I hold her with one hand and cup the back of her neck with the other, bringing her ear to my lips. “We’re both still half dressed. And I want to see you, all of you, and look in those beautiful eyes when I come in you.” I can hear her small moan over my own heavy breathing, the friction of my cock rubbing against her sensitive clit driving us both wild. I carry her like that, grinding against me, down the hall to her room.

When I open the door, I can’t help but notice her bed is perfectly made and not a thing is out of a place. “Have I been rubbing off on you?”

I feel her cute puff of a laugh against my neck. “You were definitely rubbing me off just a minute ago.”

“No. I mean this.” I gesture to the room, and spin around with her still in my arms.

“Oh,” she says, acting surprised. She presses her lips to my neck before grazing her cheek against my stubble. “Maybe a little. Now put me on the fucking bed, Clay.”

I lower her to her feet in front of the foot of the bed, reaching down to pull her dress over her head. Seeing her with nothing on except a tiny, thin little gray bralette with her peaked nipples showing through sends blood rushing right back to my cock. She steps towards me, running her hands down my side to the hem of my shirt and slides it over my head. Something about her touch feels like fire on my skin.

She kisses my chest, then my stomach, humming breathy moans as she lowers herself to her knees. She looks up at me with those sultry eyes, making my breath stick in my chest. “I’ve thought about this since you told menothe other night and made me watch you.”

“Thought about what exactly?”

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