Page 76 of Tell Me Why
“Mmm,” I murmur, dragging my nose up her neck, to her face, breathing in that scent that’s unique toher.“Look what I’ve caught,” I chuckle. “A naughty little fox.”
There’s a spark of something in her eyes—excitement—though she struggles to hide it. She doesn’t want me to know she likes this little game we play…
“Catching me implies I was running,” she says. “And I wasn’t. Not this time.”
My lip stings as I shift my weight and settle into the hollow between her thighs, my cock pressing lengthwise against her hot slit. “I’m glad you’ve finally accepted where you belong.”
Pulling my hips back, I push forward again, and this time, my cock slides into her warm channel.Holy shit.She’s so fucking tight, it takes a few pumps to fight my way inside her. When I’m fully seated, it feels so damn good, I groan.
I struggle to hold myself back.
All I want right now is to take her fast, hard.Violently.I want to rip this girl apart, and claim every last inch of her—body, soul,everything. It’s all mine.
Eve Savano is mine.
Slowly, so damn slowly, I move my hips, and it’s fucking agony. Sweat beads on my temples, my breath coming hard and fast. And then she does something that completely unravels me—she reaches up and touches my face, running the tip of her finger along my jaw. It’s such a simple thing, but the way she’s looking up at me, eyes soft, accepting, it fucking breaks something inside of me…
I can’t think. I’m simply doing, driven by a force that’s more powerful than myself. When it comes to Eve, I’m a weak fuck. She’s my drug. I couldn’t pull away from her now, even if I wanted to.
Pulling my hips back, I drive into her pussy with one, brutal thrust, driving in as deep as I can. With a sharp intake of breath, her back arches, mouth open in a soundless scream.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I pant, palming her breast. But I’m not. I’m driven by pure instinct as I pull back, then slam against her so forcefully, she struggles to catch her breath. But,fuck,I’m too far gone to slow down now and give her the gentleness she deserves. It feels like something has taken over my body. I’m consumed by my obsession with this girl—her laughter, her pain, her everything.
I own her.
Nothing else matters.
“God,Christian.” Her blunt nails carve up my back. But the pain only adds to the pleasure, driving me to pump harder, faster, until the entire bed is shifting, the headboard slamming against the wall.
Without breaking contact, I lift her up and fall back on my heels, so she’s straddling me, her arms encircled around my neck. I can fuck her deeper this way. My hands fall to her hips, so I can thrust upward while pulling her down on me, selfishly taking what I need.
We’re both slick with sweat, panting, our bodies trembling as I kiss her. And it’s still not enough. I wonder if this demon inside me will ever be satisfied. My heart races, my muscles strain, and all I can focus on is Eve and this all-consuming rush that has me in a chokehold.
In the back of my head, there’s a voice urging me to slow down, to savor this, savorher, but it’s drowned out by this storm of need that keeps building. Each little whimper drives me closer to the edge.
Then another whimper escapes her throat, and I swear to God, I almost blow my load. By some miracle, I manage to hold back, but I’m still so close.
“Fuck, Eve, I need to fill this pussy with my cum,” I breathe, my head swimming. “I need it like I need my next breath.”
“God,yes,” she groans, head thrown back. “Your cock feels so good. I’m going to—” Her words cut off abruptly as she stiffens, her muscles going rigid, her nails clawing deeper into my skin. I thrust even harder as a shudder ripples through her body and her pussy clamps down around around my cock, sucking me in deeper.
I can’t fucking breathe.
My heart is thundering in my ears, and I’m frantic with the need to fill this girl—thisonegirl—with a part of me she can’t scrub away. I’m completely lost to her. Everything I am belongs to her now, and the certainty of that settles over me like a warm blanket.
I’m close to exploding, but I manage to hold back long enough for her to ride out her orgasm, rocking against me, every muscle in her body slowly uncoiling.
Then my name falls from her lips…
“Christian,” she groans, her damp forehead resting against mine.
That’s it. That’s all it takes.
My balls tighten, and with one final, savage thrust, I pull her hips down, and pump my cum into the paradise of her body, a strangled moan escaping from somewhere deep inside my black soul.
We stay like that for long minutes, catching our breath, until she starts squirming against me, pushing against my chest. I tilt my head back and look at her without loosening my grip. I can’t let her go.
With a laugh, she tries to pry my hands off her hips. “Let me up.”
