Page 115 of Mexico Can Choke On It
My cock pulses painfully against my stomach. INEEDto be inside her.
I untie her wrists, and they fall slack, limp with pleasure. She doesn’t speak. Just lies there, glowing and undone.
She’s even more beautiful like this.
I can’t wait another fucking second.
I scoop her into my arms. She nuzzles into my chest as I cross the room, heart racing, skin tight with anticipation. I yank open the dresser drawer to grab a condom.
I lean her over the glossy wood. Her palms flatten, her spine arches, and her cunt tilts toward me in invitation.
And then I see it.
The tattoo on her hip, hidden until now. A lotus flower cradled in a crescent moon. I trace it with a fingertip, and her curves mold into my touch.
“I want you rough,” I murmur as I roll the condom on.
“Same,” she gasps.
“Hold on.”
She barely grabs the dresser before I bury myself inside her.
And holy. Fucking. Shit.
Heat. Pressure. The slick, tight slide punches the air out of me—it’s sheer, overwhelming, sensational friction.
“Jesus, Pip. You’re strangling my dick.”
She lets out a breathless laugh that melts into a moan. I pull back and slam into her.
Hard.
Her feet lift off the floor.
The dresser jolts forward.
I growl, my hips snapping. “This… This is what you do to me, Pip.”
She whines—actuallywhines—and it destroys whatever filter I had left.
“If you’re giving me those sounds, they better be real.”
“They’re—fuck—Bryce.”
I pull one hand free and bring it down on her ass with a sharpcrack.
She yelps. “Oh God!”
“What did I say about names?” I give another slap. Her skin blooms red beneath my palm.
“Bryce!” she screams.
I lose my mind.
I pound into her with abandon, every movement fueled by what I’ve been holding back—years of restraint, months of denial of what I really want, countless hours spent pretending I don’t crave her, all of it snapping under the weight of how badly I need her.
The dresser bangs against the wall. She’s set my whole world on fire. The only person who knows what I look like without the armor—and doesn’t run from it. Shewantsthe beast I hide. Sheprefershim.
