Page 121 of Under the Bed

I’ll always choose us.

My air supply is running thin as she chokes me with everything she has in her.

I’ll survive.

“I did it for us.” And I had fun while I was at it.

“I know who he was. I overheard. But you promised.You?—”

I cut her off by shoving the skirt of her dress up to her waist. My fingers skim over her swollen lips, teasing her bare pussy that’s dripping for me.

We both groan at the contact. At how she has no panties on, how needy she is. I’ve done this to her. Me.

“Your daddy hired him to stalk you.” Every breath. Every move I make. Every heartbeat. They all center around her. I can’t stop wanting to fuck her. To stretch her tight cunt. Filling her up with babies. “I thought you’d be grateful that I took him out. Yet here you are, being a brat about it.”

She grunts and huffs. Goddamn adorable, how she fights to get me off her. How her hand grips me harder than before.

“You should’ve letmedo it.” Her voice is low and hoarse, anger and lust rippling through her.

The nonsense she keeps speaking comes out of her mouth because I allow it. Because I need it.

No one’s ever cared for me, and it makes me feel something. For once, I want to feel it.

“You should’ve let me kill my professor. I’m not the one they’re searching for. I could—I fuckingshould—take the fall for you. Why won’t you let me?”

“Fuck no.” I stretch her tight cunt open, shoving two fingers up to the first knuckle.

Her pussy clenches around me, sucking me in. But her mouth says, “Not now. We need to talk.”

I don’t give a fuck about talking. I’m rubbing her, putting those pretty moans in her mouth. Those scrunched eyebrows that mean she’s angry. I love it when she’s pissed off.

“I’m the one who takes care of things for you.” Even though it feels dangerously good to have her care for me like that, I’m her protector. I emphasize just how serious I am by curling my free hand around her throat, mirroring her hold on me. “You better get used to me, or these won’t be the last angry tears you cry.”

Her lips part in shock. She’s been crying for a few seconds now while my cock is rubbing her through my boxers, and my hand closes on her sweet throat.

I lean in, forcing her to bend her elbow as I go lower. My tongue finds that precious, salty taste of her tears. I dry hump her, hard for her. I don’t stop licking the tears off her cheeks.

“Kaleb,” she begs, her fingers stroking my throat. “Please.”

“The answer is still no.” My lips brush the shell of her ear and I’m done holding back. I crush her beneath my weight.

She answers by arching her back, pressing herself closer to me. She couldn’t resist me if she tried.

“I will stop at nothing to protect you.” When my teeth sink into her plump bottom lip, she changes her hold on me. Grabbing the side of my neck. Pulling me closer. “I’ll do it for you a million times over. Until my dying breath.”

“You can do it when they’re done hunting you, Kaleb.” Her breath is hot on my lips and,fuck,I need to destroy her pussy.

I need to own her other hole.

All of her.

I release her throat, pushing my briefs down, stroking my cock, sliding it between her lips.

“When we’re safe. When—Jesus, I can’t think when you suck on my throat like that.” She pants, her peaked nipples grazing my chest through her dress. “Stop. Stop it right fucking now.”

“No.” I’m feral, taking her sensitive skin in my mouth, marking her over and over.

“Get off me, I mean it.”

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