Page 55 of Chaos Destiny
“What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me, Mr. Wolfe.”
He tore at the packet with his teeth, tossed the wrapper, and before I could blink, his thick head was slowly making its way inside me. I wrapped my fingers around his erection, guiding him in, and he hissed the moment my hand made contact with his hot shaft.
My body greedily sucked him in.
“Gage, you feel so good already.”
“Keep doing that,” he grated out. “Keep saying my name.”
“It’s been a while for me.”
“For me too, love. We’ll manage somehow.”
I laughed.
Smiling himself, he primed me with a series of small thrusts until my body opened up for him. Then, he went still, and my walls gripped him of their own volition. Once we were both acclimated, he started to withdraw.
“By the way, Allen and I never had se?—”
He thrust. “Don’t say his name, ever again, while I’m fucking you, sweetheart.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What’s that, love?”
“I mean, yes,Gage…sir.”
His lips brushed mine. “That’s my girl.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as our bodies moved together in concert, my hips rolling in response to his thrusts. He kissed me again, and as his tongue slid between my lips, I questioned my decree to keep things purely physical.
Fuck that.
This man felt so that I was ready to kill Dana for propositioning him. No one else was allowed to be on the receiving end of his pleasure or the slow, deep strokes of his tongue.
He was mine.
Onlymine.
“What if…we kept doing this?” I asked, sucking on his top lip.
He kissed me again, deeper, matching the kiss to the rhythm of our bodies. When he pulled away, I could still taste him. My lips throbbed. My nipples pebbled against his chest.
“You thought we’d stop?” he asked. “No, ma’am. I’ll keep having you. In fact, I plan to keep you.”
I tightened my legs around his waist, my back sliding against the wall. Then, he stopped, pulled out, and set me on my feet. He grabbed an empty crate and flipped it over.
“Stand on this and bend over for me, sweetheart. I want to get deeper.”
I did as I was told.
He’d positioned the crate so that I could brace my palms against the door. Then he entered me again, and I barely squelched a cry in the crook of my elbow.
He hit spots I forgot I had.
“Deeper” was an understatement.
