Page 100 of Desperate People

“I-I can’t,” she whimpers, but she’s moving with me now. Faster. Grinding into my cock.

“Yes, you can, Angel. You can do it. Now, be my good girl, and come all over my dick.”

Her pupils are blown, but her gaze doesn’t waver, and when the first tremor shakes through her body, I feel it down to my core.

“That’s it. That is fucking it,” I growl, switching our positions.

I don’t stop fucking her as I lay her on the tiled floor. I rip my shirt off, pushing it under her head.

Then, I grab her thighs and spread her wide open. On my knees now, I’m lifting her hips so she’s practically floating as I continue to thrust. This woman was made for me.

I know her body. I can feel the way she heats and swells. Can feel her pussy tightening as she prepares for number three.

“This body of yours is like heaven, Angel. You feel so good. Wanna stay buried in this pussy forever,” I confess.

And her eyes widen. Then she shudders. Her cunt squeezes, fluttering around my cock, and this time, well, this time, I follow her right over the edge.

When I can breathe again, and she finally stops pulsing, I gently lift off her.

“Don’t move,” I murmur.

Kicking off the rest of my clothes as I walk to the sink to grab a washcloth.

“What are you?” she starts to stir, but I stay her with my hand on her hip.

Then I clean some of the mess we made from her sweet pussy and her thighs.

Next, I scoop her off the floor like she weighs nothing.

“I’m too heavy,” she murmurs, startled. Vulnerable.

Her words gut me, not because they’re true—they’re not—but because someone, somewhere, made her believe they were.

I pause, meeting her eyes.

Just one look. One slow, quiet look.

My eyebrow arches. Her breath hitches.

And just like that, she settles, melting into me with her arms draped around my neck like she belongs there.

Because she does.

“Wanna take a dip?” I ask, my voice low and full of promise.

She grins and nods, and damn if it doesn’t make my chest feel too small for the way my heart pounds.

So I carry her out onto my private deck.

It’s late. The world is sleeping.

But not us.

Not here.

My estate is locked down tight, fenced and fortified—layers of silent security, cameras, and tech no one can outsmart. I made sure of that. No one sees her unless I say so.

No one touches her.

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