Page 107 of See Me

She fucking purrs.

I pull out slowly and slam back in, just to watch her writhe and scratch at the marble. I lean over her, my cock buried to the hilt. “You push me too much.” Her eyes flutter closed as my breath makes the hair covering part of her face dance. “What is it, Princess?” I fuck her hard and she can’t hold her moans in. She’s trying. Trying not to react. “Is it the fact that I can’t get enough of you?” I grip her hips and fuck her so fast and hard her toes come off the floor. “Is that why you push me until I lose control?” I set her feet down and reach around her to stroke her swollen clit. She grips the edge of the marble and pushes back, ass tipped up to take all of me.

“I think you just don’t like being matched, Russo.”

A snarl leaves my throat, and I pinch her clit and fuck her hard and deep. Her core clenches, her moans bouncing around the room and lighting yet another fire. My legs burn and I fuck her until a throaty moan escapes her and she combusts around me, pussy gripping me through her climax.

My body hums, teetering on the edge. I need to pull out before it’s too late. One last thrust. My hand is ready to finish me off, and I groan with the anticipation of blowing on her back. She reaches between her legs, gripping my balls and squeezes. I grunt and my cock jerks. I fist the flesh at her hips and come so hard I see stars, groaning and thrusting with every jerk of my cock, my cum dripping between us.

“What the fuck, Ella?”

She rocks her hips, riding out the last of my orgasm, moaning as her pelvis rocks back to rest on mine, my cock fullyburied. I snake my arms around her waist and my head hits her shoulder.

“Game, set, match,” she giggles.

I curse on a breath and pull out of her. She spins to face me, her hair a tangled mess and a grin on her lips.

I reach for a towel on the counter and clean up before tossing it to her. “Is that what this is to you? A game?”

“Are you only mad because you lost?”

“I didn’t even know we were playing! What’s this really about?”

Her mouth quirks into a grin and she shrugs. “Nothing.Just fun,remember?”

She throws my words back in my face and smiles when she knows she bested me,again. I set the rules and she’s playing within the parameters. It just pisses me off that she’s doing it better than me.

I sigh and run my hands through my hair. “Fine. I get it. I set the rules. But that little stunt at the end is dangerous.”

“So, it’s only dangerous when I do it? But you can do it, apologize, and we move on and forget it?”

Ella folds her arms over her chest making her tits look fucking glorious, and I lose my train of thought and have no idea why I’m mad that I just fucked this amazing woman bare, blew my load deep in her pussy, and she came up smiling.

She sashays her way over to me and runs her hands up my arms until they clasp behind my neck and those glorious tits of hers are resting on my chest.

“Is it so bad that the feeling I get when you want me so bad you can’t control yourself to even stop and think for a second gets me so hot I could burst into flames just thinking about it?”

She leans in and kisses the base of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

“And the little bites of pain I get when you grip me so tightyou don’t even realize it, because you want me just as bad as I want you. And when I feel the little bruises the next day it takes me back and I want to push until you do it again and again?” She runs her tongue over to the other side of my neck and kisses it. “And when I feel you come inside me it lights some primal flame deep inside, and I want to feel it over and over again.”

When she stops talking, my hands are fisted in her hair, her nails digging in at the nape of my neck, and we’re both breathing a little heavier than we were a minute ago. I tip my forehead to rest on hers. “You drive me crazy.”

“I’d say I’m sorry, but it seems to be working for the both of us.”

I tip my head back and laugh. I brush the hair off her forehead and kiss her. “I think it’s time I show you what a little smack on the ass can do. Try to keep you in line.”

She brushes her hands down my chest as she turns to walk away. “I’m not wholly against that.” She throws the words over her shoulder as I watch her ass sway away from me. “Not sure I’m really one to fall in line, though. You’re welcome to give it your best shot.”

I hang my head.

THIRTY-ONE

ALWAYS A BRIDESMAID

“Oh c’mon.You have to wear one.”

Luca eyes the pile of New Year’s party hats with a raised brow and shakes his head. “Absolutely not.”

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