Page 70 of Fault Line

She’s in her element here, with me, more than willing to listen to my commands. She likes it when I take control, that much has been established. And as for me, the whole idea of her bending to my will suits me just fucking fine.

When she doesn’t immediately comply, I try again. “Take off your fucking skirt, baby.”

She lifts her hips, gently tugging it down her waist, exposing the tiny scrap of her soft purple panties. My cock jerks in my pants, blood rushing to it so quickly that I feel lightheaded.

“Shirt,” I murmur next.

There’s a twinkle in her eyes now. She licks her lips, working her shirt up and over her head, exposing her naked chest to me. Apparently, she decided to forego a bra tonight. So it’s just her soft, plump breasts and those little, rosy nipples that sit so fucking pretty.

“Fuck,” I rasp, dying to get my hands on her now. She’s splayed out in front of me, completely naked except for her panties. And God, I really want to taste her.

“Spread your legs for me.”

Her thighs part immediately, but I don’t miss the irritated eye roll she gives me. My lips curl in amusement. Unable to wait any longer, I join her on the bed. She reaches for me, sliding her hands up and underneath my shirt. Together, we push it the rest of the way off.

Using my thumb, I bring her panties to the side and plunge two fingers deep inside of her, gently curling them against her inner walls. She’s already dripping wet, desire pooling between her legs.

“It’s so fucking easy to turn you on. You’re a little slut for me, aren’t you, Karras?”

“Shut up,” she mutters, whimpering as I fuck my fingers into her at a faster pace.

I pump them in and out, rapidly, deeply until she’s a squirming mess beneath me. Then I press one palm flat against her lower stomach, curling my fingers up to meet the pressure. She moans so fucking loudly that it makes me proud.

“Don’t come,” I order.

“What?”

“I said, don’t fucking come.”

“Please, Beck, I need to.”

I dip my head down to lick her, pressing my tongue flat against her clit. Slowly, I take it between my lips and suck—small, light, and fluttery, still pumping in and out at a dangerous tempo. She’s fully shaking now, fingers digging into my scalp as she presses my mouth impossibly close.

Her pussy, so fucking wet and swollen now, drips like honey onto my tongue.

“You can come now, baby,” I say.

“Oh, God.” At my words, she breaks like a fucking floodgate, bucking against my tongue, clenching so impossibly tight around my fingers. I can’t take it for another second longer. I want—no, I fuckingneed—to feel this sensation around my cock.

As she rides out her orgasm, I quickly undress, grab her hips, and align our bodies.

“You good with this?” I ask, tensing as she grabs hold of my ass.

“Mhm, please. I’m protected.” She’s still moaning even now, whimpering against me as I slide inside of her, the aftershocks playing out their sweet melody against me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t manage to control myself. I pump haphazardly in and out of her, fucking her so frantically that I can no longer tell where I end and she begins.

Our breaths come in ragged gasps, our bodies slick with sweat as we give ourselves over to the moment. The world around us fades, our universe shrinking, confining to the intimate space between us.

And when I finally spill inside her, I’m beyond dizzy.

We kiss again, slow and soft, our bodies pressed together as I run my hands through her damp hair. My heart races, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. It feels unbelievable to finally have her like this—fully and unrestrained.

“Kaia,” I say, struggling to catch my breath. “You’re staying the night, the whole night, with me. And tomorrow, I’m taking you on a date.”

She nods, a tiny smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Yeah, alright.”

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