Page 32 of Tick Tock, Boom!

“Yeah,” I hissed, kissing up her stomach, licking the sweat from her skin. “You need it so bad, don’t you, baby girl? So fucking needy for my cock.”

She nodded, breathless, thighs still spread, hips twitching.

I stood, undid my belt, my cock already hard, aching, leaking at the tip as I stroked it slow, letting her watch.

“Get on your knees,” I ordered, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Mouth open.”

She slid off the bed, obedient, her eyes wide, lips parted as I pressed the head of my cock to her mouth.

“Look at you,” I groaned as she wrapped her lips around me, her tongue swirling, soft and wet, so fucking eager. “So hungry for Daddy’s cock.”

She moaned around me, sucking deeper, taking more of me in, her tongue sliding under the shaft as she bobbed her head, eyes locked on mine with such innocence it made my precum slowly start to flow on her tongue.

“Goddamn,” I grunted, my hand threading into her hair, guiding her, fucking slow into her mouth, feeling her throat tighten as she took me deeper. “That’s it, baby… fuck, you’re so good at this.”

Her hands gripped my thighs, holding steady as I pushed deeper, groaning as her lips sealed tight around my cock, the wet heat of her mouth making my knees threaten to give out.

I tugged her hair hard, pulling her off me, watching the way her spit clung to my shaft, dripping down her chin as she gasped for air.

“Up,” I snapped, yanking her back onto the bed, flipping her beneath me as I hovered over her, my cock thick, hard, slick with her spit.

Her eyes were wild, breath ragged, lips swollen.

“Look at you,” I growled. “Spread out for me like you’re my fucking little whore.”

She whimpered, her hips lifting, her legs falling open.

“Say it, kitten,” I ordered, my voice rough. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Daddy,” she whispered, breathless.

Andfuck, if that wasn’t the hottest goddamn thing I’d ever heard.

I stroked my cock slow, watching the way her eyes stayed locked on me, her body trembling, and so fucking ready.

I wasn’t going be gentle. Not tonight.

Not withher.

Not with the woman who’d already ruined me from the inside out.

NATALIA

Ididn’t know it was possible to ache like this. Every part of me trembled beneath his hands. I was at the mercy of a man I wasn’t supposed to want, a man who should be the last person to touch me like this. But there was no stopping it. No logic or reason left in my head. Only the rough drag of his calloused fingers along my skin, the way his palms traced over the swell of my thighs, his grip tightening when I shifted beneath him, breathless, wanting and terrified.

Tick Tock knelt between my legs, gripping them apart as those stormy gray eyes took me in. He was gorgeous. So much more than I could have ever prepared myself for. His dark curls hung wildly around his shoulders, soft, thick strands that framed his face. They were chaotic, just like him, and cast shadows over that handsome face that made him look both menacing and sexy as fuck. I couldn’t stop myself and I reached up, threading my fingers into the unruly mess of his hair, wanting to feel every silken wave slip between my hands, needing to ground myself in him, needing to believe this was real.

His beard was carved to perfection, clean and sharp against the sharp line of his jawline, accentuating the strength of the mouth that had devoured me so completely only moments ago. Those same lips that had kissed me soft and sucked me hard until I couldn’t remember my own name. A shiver rolled through me as my body melted further beneath his weight.

I had no other option but to lie there and take everything he was willing to give to me. I belonged to him. Completely. Every breath, every broken moan, every part of me. I had become his to use and ruin as he wished. And somewhere deep down, I knew I would never want it any other way. His eyes locked on mine, dark and dangerous, the kind of gaze that stripped you bare from the inside out. And maybe I was already stripped. Torn open and laid out for him to see every soft, needy piece of me.

“You sure about this, kitten?”

His voice was low, edged with warning, but gentler than I’d ever heard it. Like he wanted to give me a chance to run, but God help me, I didn’t want to run.

I nodded, swallowing hard, my lips trembling as I whispered, “Please.”

I felt his fingers stroke down the length of my core again, slow and deliberate, and my breath caught, my hips lifting into his touch before I could stop myself. His thumb circled softly over my clit, just once, sending a sharp little shiver up my spine.

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