Page 49 of Havoc
He chuckles, standing up and spinning me to face him.
Levi’s rough fingers find my jaw as he holds me against the wall. “That doesn’t sound like begging.”
My eyes narrow, but he doesn’t move. And I’m tempted to shove him off me and tell him I’ll get myself off if he’s going to be a dick about it, but his hand slips down, sliding between my legs and making me lose all good sense.
“Levi.” I moan as he drives a finger in.
“Yes, firecracker?” He kisses my lower lip, slowly trailing the path along my jaw until he’s biting the flesh beneath my ear.
“Please, Levi.”
“Please, what?” He nips at me again.
When he drives another finger in, I grab his forearms, my nails digging in.
“Please fuck me.”
“See,” he whispers in my ear, slipping his fingers out so he can undo his belt, “I knew there was still a good girl in there.”
I open my mouth to argue. But he sweeps me up in his arms. He wraps my legs around his hips, and then he’s driving in. The scream that rips from my lungs unfastens my chest. It pulls me apart.
While Levi holds me together.
His dark eyes bore into mine, refusing to let me go as he inches out, only to plunge deeper.
I cling to him, and he fucks me like I’m not some broken, fragile thing. But like he sees my strength and knows I want him to test himself against it. To break for me like I’m breaking for him.
To take me completely.
My heels dig into the backs of his thighs as he fucks me slow and hard. Building me back up to that precipice. The pleasure is so overwhelming it’s nearly unbearable. I’m grasping for the back of his neck, pulling his mouth to mine. Riding him midair as much as he’s fucking me. Until we’ve moved just far enough off the wall that his hands are on my thighs, lifting and lowering me on his cock.
Those thick arms of his work with every movement. I can’t help gripping the tattooed muscle just to feel him flex as he pounds deeper. As he strikes me where I have no choice but to untangle. And as I tighten around him, his own release starts to shatter. His neck flexes. His fingers dig into my flesh.
Levi slams me against the wall, and we come in a fit of screams and need. Until I’m a dripping mess. Sweat beading on my neck. Cum dripping.
I can only imagine the state of my eyeliner.
But when Levi presses his forehead to mine, catching his breath, he doesn’t point out any of those things. He looks into my eyes, mess and all, and he sees me.
“Beautiful.” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “You’re perfect, Aimee.”
Those words.
This moment.
For a split second, I forget that I’m no longer lovable.
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I wake up tosomething warm and wonderful dragging the length of my cock.
Maybe I’m still dreaming because I look down to see Aimee’s messy, brown hair fanning over her face as she wraps her lips around the head of my dick and teases me.
“Fucking hell.” I drag her hair off the sides of her face, and she swirls her tongue, finally popping her mouth off me.
“Maybe this time I’ll makeyoubeg.” Her grin is malicious and beautiful.
