Page 122 of Wild Card

“I want you in my bed.”

“Honey,” she cups my chin, “I’m already here.”

“Full time.”

Her eyes go wide with shock and she stills.

“You’re moving in with me.” I drive into her harder.

“Talon!”

“Say yes.”

“I’m not moving in with you.” She wiggles to get away, but I’m stronger, increasing my speed.

She moans, her eyes rolling back as I pound relentlessly.

My dick throbs when her hips lunge and her core squeezes. Momentarily taken off-guard, she bucks upward, and I’m forced to roll so she doesn’t hurt herself.

She sits astride me, her naked body a fucking temptation.

Her hands go to my chest and she lifts up agonizingly slow, my metal scraping along her smooth walls. When she drops down, I’m so fucking deep she groans in pleasure.

Over and over, she taunts and teases, grinding, rocking, and swiveling until I’m sure she’s close again.

Then she stops, a wicked smile crossing her lips.

She leans over, her tongue darting out to circle my nipple. “Since you’ve lost your mind, I’m taking over.”

The husky tone of her voice, the soft touch of her lips, the grip of her pussy has me ready to snap.

Fucking Simms, don’t blow right now. You have a mission!

My control wanes, but when her tits rub along my chest, I’m done. Knifing up with her in my hold, I guide her to her back.

“I wasn’t done.”

“You’re done.”

Our eyes lock and electrifying sparks surge through me at the sight of her laid out below. So damn beautiful, her expression full of lust and hunger, the way her body was made for me. Possessive and primal instincts take over and I slam into her, grasping her hips.

“Oh my God, yes.”

She takes my brutal thrusts, never losing my gaze.

“You’re moving in,” I grate out.

“No, I’m not.”

I tilt her hips and pound harder, ready to fuck a yes out of her. She catches on to my plan, her wicked grin returning. Herhands come to her tits and tweak her hard nipples, groaning in pleasure, closing her eyes.

“Give me your eyes, Princess.”

They snap open and my dick pulses at the fire in her gaze. “Harder.“

Oh fuck.

Sweat beads and trickles down my neck as I fight to hold back. She continues to play with her nipples, taking my assault and surging up to meet my strokes.

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