Page 47 of Playing Pretend

“Everything begs,” she admits. “This isn’t normal. I’ve had too much to drink.”

“You’re safe with me. Your body. Your thoughts.” I want to say her heart, too. But that’s dangerous territory and I’m not willing to risk spooking her. “Want me to tell you what I’m thinking? What I’m feeling?”

“Yes.” She nestles closer, hiding her face in my neck, her chest rubbing against mine.

“I’m thinking how easy it would be to drag your bikini bottoms aside. To bury myself deep.” I nip her skin. Claw at the cement. “I can imagine how tight you’d be. The perfect fit.”

She mewls, frustration and exhilaration etched into the sound as the water gently laps between us with her movements.

“Can you imagine that?” I’m pushing boundaries. Breaking down walls. It’s fucking dangerous territory, but I can’t stop myself. “Can you picture me inside you?”

She pants, the breaths sizzling against my skin.

“I want you to grind harder. Imagine my hands on your ass, forcefully rocking you, giving your clit the friction it needs.”

She obeys, each roll of movement stronger than the last.

“Good girl.”

She moans.

“I know you don’t like the reference, but it does things to me I won’t apologize for.” I fist her hair, dragging her head back to meet her dazed expression. “You’re my good little girl, Pip. Always have been. Always will be.”

Her eyes flare, her shock shooting through me to culminate in my dick. I’m in agony. Balls aching. Dick throbbing.

I’m so fucking hard. So deliciously fucking tempted. I can’t take it anymore.

I smash my lips to hers.

Hungered.

Devoted.

Enslaved.

The torment only intensifies when she kisses me back.

Wild.

Savage.

Unleashed.

Her hands find my hair, clinging, clawing.

I devour her tiny whimpers, my cock pulsing with each new roll of her hips.

“Keep going.” I speak against her lips. “Don’t stop. Use me.”

Her legs are a vise around mine. Her nails so deep in my skull I’m sure she’ll leave scars.

“Rome…” This time my name isn’t a warning. It’s goddamn salvation. She sucks in a sharp breath. “Rome…”

“Come for me, little Pip.” I kiss her as she comes undone, her groans caged between our pressed lips.

She grinds and rocks, those hips the most perfect torture device.

I do everything I can to restrain myself from fucking her against that wall. Because right now, she’d let me fuck her. I could be buried deep, ruining her trust in me one fast thrust at a time.

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