Page 15 of War

War follows my line of sight and curses, burying my face against his chest. “Lore, what the fuck did I say?”

Lore lifts his head, his violet eyes flickering. “Oh fuck, right. Easing her in. Go wait for me in my bed, Rose. Naked and on your knees.”

“Yes, Lore,” she replies and rushes off to do as she’s told.

Wow.These men really have it made.

I can only imagine what War has been up to around here, which makes my chest tighten. He hasn’t made me any promises, and I know he’s been with other women after me.

“I had fun with you today,” he says, distracting me as Lore walks off, winking at me as he passes.

“So did I,” I reply, forgetting everyone around us. He kisses me softly, and we ignore the catcalls from the twins. War stands with me and carries me upstairs, walking me down a hallway and turning right at the last door. I quickly look at his bedroom with a king-size bed and black sheets, a huge television on the wall opposite it, and a door that leads to what I’m guessing is an en-suite bathroom. The room is spotless, without clutter, almost like no one lives here. A couch is in the corner, along with a small table and two chairs. The floor-to-ceiling mirrored sliding doors catch my eye.

War shuts the door behind us and grips my waist from behind me. He turns us to face the mirrors, our eyes connecting and holding.

“I’ve wanted you again ever since you left that hotel room,” he rasps, his hands sliding underneath my T-shirt, spreading over my stomach, his thumbs moving to stroke the underside of my breasts. I push my ass back against him, feeling how hard he is through his jeans. He steps back slightly to remove my clothes, and I help him, sliding out of my shoes and jeans. When I’m left in nothing but my black panties, I look at us in the mirror, him fully dressed behind me as he cups my breasts from behind, his lighter, inked skin a contrast against mine. He pinches my nipples, and my head falls back against his hard chest. His lips find my neck, sucking and biting until I’m so turned on and wet for him.

“Please, War,” I beg.

“What do you need, baby?” he asks, sliding his hand inside my panties. “So fucking wet for me, Ora. I want you to be a goodgirl, get down on your knees, and take my cock out. Can you do that for me?”

He sits on the edge of the bed, and I kneel before him, reaching for the zipper on his jeans. Taking his big cock out and stroking it, he threads his fingers into my hair and cups the back of my head. He moans when I take him deep into my mouth, sliding back up and sucking on his head.

“That’s it, fuck,” he grits out, staring down at me. “Your mouth is perfect. Just like that.”

I keep sucking him, paying attention to his reaction every time I change my technique until I have him right where I want him.

“You want my cum?” he growls out, his voice deep and sexy.

I nod around his length, and he curses as he comes in my mouth. “Take it all, baby.” I swallow every drop and lick him clean, his heated gaze never leaving mine. “That’s my girl.”

War helps me up and lifts me back onto the bed, undressing. “Spread those thighs for me. Show me how wet you are.”

Lifting my knees, I do just that, watching his eyes heat when they see just how fucking slick I am for him. He lays on his stomach, grips my inner thighs, and buries his face in my pussy, licking and sucking me until I lose all control. He swirls his tongue around my clit and slides two fingers inside me, sending me over the edge.

“That’s one,” he counts, then starts to build me up again until I come on his tongue a second time. “Two.”

And then he slides inside me in one smooth stroke and starts to fuck me, his mouth working my nipples. He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, putting a pillow underneath me, lifting my hips, and fucking me from behind. When he pulls me so I’m sitting on his thighs, one hand collars my neck while the other strokes my clit—I think this might be my favorite position.

“War,” I moan, grinding down on him, meeting each hard stroke.

“No one else goes here, do you understand?” he demands, his thrusts becoming more demanding. “This ismine.”

“War—”

“Say it,” he growls out.

“Yes, no one else,” I whisper before I come all over his dick.

“That’s three. Fuck, you are so good to me, baby,” he grits out, joining me with a jerk of his hips and a growling sound that is so fucking hot it has me moaning.

Turning my head to the side, he presses a sweet, gentle kiss against my lips.

As he’s pulling out, he suddenly freezes. “Fuck. We didn’t use a condom.”

“I’m on the pill.”

“And I got tested last week. I’m clean,” he replies, sliding his fingers into me from behind. I bend forward, resting my head on the bed and giving him a show. His palm comes down my ass, kneading the flesh.

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