Page 117 of Give In

Trusting that I would.

I wasn’t sure if her feet even touched the ground as I rocked her hips, using my hold to slide her up and down my dick.

She didn’t move. Just moaned and tightened, her greedy pussy wanting more.

Needing it.

Needing me a fraction as badly as I needed her.

Willing to give my depraved angel anything and everything, I slid out of her.

Before I could do anything else, her body tightened, and her head shot off the bed so she could look over her shoulder. Her wide eyes were hazy but panicked.

“Trust me.” I lifted her onto the bed, positioning her on her knees at the edge. I stayed standing, filling her at just the right angle to slide the head of my dick against her inner walls.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Her words, her noises, the feel of her, the fucking smell of her. It all dug deeper under my skin until I knew I’d never have her out of my system.

I knew I’d never want to.

She said something, her voice too wobbly and muffled by the blanket to hear.

Fisting a hand in her hair, her back arched erotically as I wrenched her up. “What’d you say?”

A soft, guttural moan traveled up her throat and straight to my tightening balls. She tipped her ass for more.

I swatted at the side of it, hitting a red welt as I bit out, “What did you say?”

“Can I come,” she fought for a breath before finishing, “Professor Caine?”

Her soft, unprovoked question made my vision blur, need hitting me so hard, I’d have gone to my knees if it hadn’t meant leaving the paradise that was wrapped around my dick. I released her hair and reached under to play with her clit. “Come.”

It only took a few flicks of my finger before she exploded, her pussy clutching my dick as it pulsed. She slammed back against me, uncoordinated and eager until she froze.

I kept control of her hips, holding her when she would’ve fallen forward. Standing still, I slammed her up and down my length, using her greedy pussy to drain every drop of come I had.

When I could move again, I stepped away, the glide of her against my spent dick heaven and hell.

I pushed my pants the rest of the way off and kicked them to the side. Gathering her into my arms, I carried her to the top of the bed and sat with my legs crossed and my back against the headboard. She let out a harsh hiss as her raw ass made contact with the rough hair on my legs, but she didn’t move or protest.

Holding her close, I kept my lips against the top of her head as my hands roamed leisurely. Her breathing was slow and even, her silence stretching. I thought she’d fallen asleep, but when I moved to the side, she clung to me.

“I’m just grabbing something, angel,” I reassured her.

She stayed stiff for a moment before relaxing back into me, her cheek sliding against my chest as she nodded.

I got the lotion from the bedside table and rubbed a generous amount on her ass cheeks.

She sighed softly, mumbling, “Better.”

“I need to feed my angel.”

She shook her head. “Not yet.”

“Five minutes.” My fingers grazed the welts from the crop, the skin hot beneath my touch. Eden’s breath hitching and her hold on my shirt tightening were her only reaction to the sting of pain.

I was wrong about her.

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