Page 47 of Wicked Tricks

“Tell me what you want,” I whispered against her ear.

“I want you inside of me,” she purred.

Lifting her leg, I entered her again and she bit her lip as I did.

Over and over again, I pushed deep inside of her, and my thumb circled her clit. She scratched at the wall, and with the other hand dug her nails into my shoulder. Her legs quivered, threatening to give in beneath her, as I picked up my pace. Her moans grew louder and more urgent, and I ran my thumb across her bottom lip. She wrapped her mouth around my finger as she tightened around me, and I could feel her pulse and shudder as she came. The sensation of her orgasm nearly finished me off too, but I was determined to keep going.

I picked her up and threw her on the bed, getting on top and hovering over her. But stubbornly, she wrapped her arms around my neck instead, and rolled us both over so she could straddle me and take charge.

I laid back on the pillow, my hands reaching up to cup her perfect tits as she lowered herself onto me. Her eyes rolled back slightly, and she pushed her wild hair back before she began to move and grind. She dug her sharp nails into my chest, dragging them down toward my stomach. I gritted my teeth at the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure as my skin stung from the scratch.

I loved that she wasn’t careful or soft, she didn’t mind being as rough with me as I was with her.

“That’s a good girl,” I said, my hand reaching up to pinch her nipple.

She smiled, with her eyes closed as she focused on her pleasure.

When she bit her lip again, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I flipped her on her back, pinning her arms above her head.

She looked up at me with her warm honey eyes, and I entered her once more. It was a feeling that I wanted to exist within, I wanted to live between her thighs. She moaned, her plump lips parting as she watched me fuck her. She was pinned, trapped, and she was all mine.

Slowly, I picked up my pace as she writhed beneath me, both of us growing close to finish.

“Are you going to come for me?” I asked, and she nodded furiously, her eyes wide and locked on mine. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulled me close and buried her face against my shoulder. I could feel her tremble and shake, and my own breathing grew ragged as I built closer to my own release. She muffled her scream by biting my neck when she came. When she tightened and quivered around me, I couldn’t hold back a second longer.

I finished, deep inside her with a shudder.

My arms gave way, and I collapsed and rested my head on her chest.

We stayed like that, both catching our breaths and savouring the moment. Rome trailed her fingertips softly up and down my back, and I stiffened momentarily at the show of affection before resting into it and closing my eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly and slowly, breaking the silence, “about earlier tonight.”

“You don’t need to apologise.”

“I know, it’s just-” she started, “you were right.”

“About what?” I turned to look up at her, my head still resting between her breasts. I had never seen her so vulnerable until now, and I could sense that her guard, or at least a portion of it, had been let down.

A part of me thought that I had her, a part of me urged to take advantage of the situation. I knew that’s what I was supposed to do.

I knew that it was expected of me.

Otherwise, why were we doing this?

But at that moment, I had no intention and no desire to prod her for information. At that moment, I didn’t see her as a liability, or something to take control of.

“It is hard for me,” she admitted, “I know that I still have issues with controlling my anger, and trusting people - men especially. And I’m sorry that I blew up at you like that. It wasn’t necessary.”

She ran her fingers through my hair and I closed my eyes.

I felt her body relax when I stopped looking at her, and I realised just how deep her scars were.

“You can tell me about it if you like, but I’m not going to push you - OK?” I said.

And I meant it.

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