Chapter 29

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H er hands find the back of my head, and she forces my face to hers, our lips smashing together in a painful bam of teeth and misaligned lips. I can do this. I can take her mouth and her body and make them all mine. I can. And I wouldn't look back. I'd just keep moving forward, taking more of her. The selfish bastard in me who still likes to peek his head out every now and then would demand it.

The truth is, she can say whatever she wants, but I told her I love her. And she didn't say it back. Just that she's mine. But what does that actually mean? I know she likes me. I know she might even be infatuated with me. But is it enough? Is it enough to keep us together when everything about our worlds would seek to tear us apart?

I love her. But I'm afraid of loving her. Afraid of losing her. Afraid of losing myself in the process. I've worked so damn hard to get where I am. To be the man that I am. But she's a love I can't shake no matter how hard I try. She's burned into me. A tattoo on my skin—literally.

I kiss her back, and I lift her sweatshirt over her head so I can kiss my way along her perky breasts and tight nipples that are anxious for my mouth.

I don't know how to stop when I'm with her.

She's right here with me, anxious for more, and so beautiful she makes me ache. I want to demand a million things from her, but I won't. I've already given up. I'll take what she gives me and fight for the rest and hope I land somewhere on my feet with her by my side.

My hands fist deep in her hair as I lick and suck on her pretty nipples. Her head leans back, her eyes closing as she holds on tight. I press into her, letting her feel me. She tastes like chocolate and raspberries, and her skin gets so warm when it's touched. The best thing about fucking Tinsley Monroe is how I smell her like her after. For hours, I smell like her. To the point where I refuse to shower until the very last remnants of her are erased from my skin.

I tear down her leggings, toss them to the floor, and trail my hand back up to her wet heat barely hidden beneath tiny, thin satin. Satin. That's what she likes. Soft and silky and sweet. Just like her cunt.

I pull back and catch her face, hair wild on my bed, lips bruised and swollen red, eyes lavender and glowing. Fucking. Gorgeous. I've never been this raw or primal with anyone. I want to fuck her into tomorrow. I want to pound into her and come inside of her until she's sore and dripping me.

A wave of possessiveness boils within me, and I plunge my fingers inside her, pumping them furiously so she knows I will give up everything for her. And it'll be worth it. My regrets when I'm a hundred and thirty won't be that I didn't try, and they won't be that I didn't give her every piece of me.

I roll us once more until she's straddling over me. "Sit on my face, baby girl."

I pull her panties to the side, and she inches her knees up my bed until her cunt is above my lips, her smell goddamn everywhere.

Her head falls back, and her hand grips the hair on the top of my head as she rolls her hips into my face. "God, yes."

She's so wet, already dripping into my mouth, and I lick it up, tasting her and groaning because, fuck, she tastes good. I've opened myself back up to this. My Pandora's box. I'll be done for and ruined when she leaves. And she will leave. I have no illusions about it.

I hate how much I need her.

My tongue dives up and in, circling around, and my nose presses on her sweet, tight clit. I wiggle my face back and forth, fucking her like this. It's not enough for her. I know it's not. But I can't help but want to punish her a little for making me so goddamn desperate.

"More." It comes out as a whisper. A sigh. A plea. "I know I can be such a bad girl, but please. I just need to feel you."

My balls tighten the moment she calls herself a bad girl and then nearly explode when she says she needs to feel me. I reach down and pull my boxer briefs off, kick them to the floor, and squeeze my cock so I don't come right now. I lift her a little and spread her thighs so she's completely exposed to me. My tongue strikes a path, ringing her asshole and playing with her opening, all the way up to her clit, where I suck her deep between my lips. Her hips buck, and her hand in my hair rips.

"Oh, god!" More grinding. "I want to come, Stone. I want to come so bad. All over you."

"Then do it, little Rose. Make me take it. Make me take all of you."

"Ah!" She falls forward, her hands hitting the bed above my head to hold herself up so she can watch me eat her out like a man starving. I devour her pussy. I hum and groan and lick and kiss and suck and even use my teeth. I never know with her. From one day to the next, I never know if I'll get this again, and I never take it for granted. I like taking her so roughly that she'll be thinking about me tomorrow. That her pussy will clench with want and get wet from thoughts of this.

"Fucking bad girl, you're such a tease." I spank her ass. Hard. "Come on me. I need it too."

And she does. With those words she comes on my face, undulating her hips and pussy in my mouth as I take her over the edge.

Before her orgasm fully ends, I lift her hips, shift her again, and slam into her. "Fuck! Stone! Oh!"

Her pussy convulses around my cock, squeezing it with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Jesus." I throw my arm over my eyes. I was not prepared for that.

"You okay down there?"

I hold up a finger. "I need a minute."

"That's it? That's not exactly an enticing number to give a woman when you're inside of her."

I wheeze out a laugh, and my arm falls back. "You feel too good."

"That sounds like a you problem and not a me problem."

"Is that a challenge?"

I flip her over, making her yelp. My hands snatch her wrists, and I lock them above her head as I slide back into her when a thought strikes me. I pull out, much to her dismay, climb off the bed, and go to my closet.

"Oh my god! What are you doing?"

I laugh under my breath. "I just realized we're out of milk. I'm going to get dressed real quick and run out."

"What?!" she shrieks, and now there is no hiding my laugh.

"Relax. Be patient. Trust your sir."

"You're not my sir!" she yells. "If you're in there longer than two minutes, I'm going to make myself come, and I won't even let you watch me this time. "

I shake my head as I open a drawer I have in here. A drawer I'm not sure I'll even be able to explain because it makes me come off as an obsessed psycho, but so be it. Maybe I am.

Pulling a few items out, I shut the drawer and return to my bad girl.

Her eyes widen and then narrow into slits when she sees what I'm holding, and she props herself up with her elbows. "Uh-uh. No."

I stop dead in my tracks. "What?" I never expected her to say no.

"I'm not letting you use that stuff on me." She looks like she's about to bolt out of here, fury dancing across her face, and I climb back on the bed and straddle her thighs before she can escape.

I set the items down and lean over her. "Tell me why."

She bites her lip and turns away from me, covering her tits from my view as if this all made her feel vulnerable. What the fuck is going on?

"Tinsley." I move her jaw back. "Tell me. If you don't want me to tie you up or use a toy on you, that's fine. But why do you look angry that I have these?"

"Because I don't want you to use something on me that you've used on countless other women!"

Oh. I smile because my chest feels like it's about to explode. My girl got jealous. I push her back down and kiss her lips even though she doesn't kiss me back. "I've never used them on anyone. I was in a sex shop with Vander—don't ask." I follow up quickly when she throws me a bemused look "I saw these things and thought of you. The rope. The toys. I bought them not knowing if I'd ever get to use them."

She gulps and takes them in with new eyes. "You bought these for me?" Her fingers run along the soft black rope, bottle of lube, butt plug with a purple jewel, and silver vibrating bullet .

I hold her face in my hand. "I don't want anyone else. Not ever again. I only want you. If you don't want to play?—"

"I want to play." Her eyes meet mine. "I love you, and I trust you, and I want to play."

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

I kiss her senseless, with everything I have. "I love you. So much." I'll love her forever.

I move us up toward the headboard, my mouth never leaving hers. The rope slides through my hands, and I start to push her wrists up to the headboard when she goes to push me away.

I blink at her, a little stunned, but then I see it in her eyes. In the glimmer she has there. She wants me to force her a little. She wants to play.

"Little rose," I warn, my voice turning deep and deadly. "Are you going to be a good girl for me and put your hands up there?"

"No."

Fuck. My dick pulses.

I lean in and whisper as I pick up the bullet, "Bad girls get punished. Is that what you want me to do? Punish you for being bad?"

She squirms but refuses to answer me, and I bring the bullet up to her lips.

"Open and suck on it. I'm not giving you lube, so you better make it wet."

Her violet eyes spark defiantly at me, but she opens her lips, and I push it in. She starts to suck on it, and I take the butt plug in my other hand, dragging the cold metal over her belly and up to her nipples. She shivers, and goose bumps erupt along her skin.

"Is it wet enough?"

She hums against it, and I slip it from her lips and turn it on. The buzzing sound fills the room, and I don't waste time before I press it to her clit.

"Ah!" she cries out only to whimper when I immediately pull it away.

"Do you want it back there?"

"Yes."

"Arms up."

She hesitates, and I do it again, showing her how good the bullet feels and then immediately withdrawing it.

Finally, she raises her hands, her middle fingers a salute to me, because she always has to have a say even when she wants it as badly as she does. I make quick work of tying her wrists to the headboard and checking her circulation. Once she's good to go, I shove her thighs wider and shift back to take her in like this.

Jesus, she's fucking stunning. Earth shatteringly gorgeous. Never have I seen a more beautiful or erotic sight than this. I am one lucky bastard. With an incredulous shake of my head, I turn the bullet back on. Only I don't bring it to her clit. Instead, I leave it vibrating against her inner thigh.

"Christ, you're a sadist."

"I warned you. Bad girls get punished."

I pop the top on the lube and hold up the butt plug so she can see what I'm doing. I know she's never had any anal play, and I won't question or think deeper about that. I'll just take the gift I've been given and be eternally grateful for it.

Nervously, she worries her lip with her teeth.

"If you don't like it or it's too much, tell me, and it stops."

"I want to feel it. And if it feels as good as I think it will, I might want your cock in there sometime soon."

And I'm dead. Gone. Buried. There's no return from that. The sight of her like this and her telling me she wants my cock in her ass is officially the death of me. I pant and pinch my eyes shut, clenching my ass cheeks, because yeah, I'm about to come and I can't come yet.

Blowing out a breath, I open my eyes and adjust her body, bringing her knees up and running the toy and lube inside the crack of her ass.

"Ah! That's cold."

"I know. It'll warm up fast. Trust me."

I bring the bullet back to her clit, swirling it around and working her back up. Her skin flushes pink, and her nipples grow tight and impossibly hard. The tip of the plug finds her asshole, and I start to work it in slowly as I take her nipple in my mouth and use the toy on her clit. I want her as turned on and relaxed as she can be while I work the toy into her ass.

"Oh. Oh my hell."

"Shhh. Relax, baby girl. You can take it. It'll feel so good soon."

I twist the plug, and she moans, her pussy dripping onto the plug, helping me along. I pull it back out a little and then push it all the way in. Her back arches, and she tugs on the restraints. I continue to twist the plug, keeping the toy on her clit, and she thrashes wildly, the sensation overwhelming.

"After you come again for me, I'm going to fuck your tight cunt with the plug in your ass."

"Jesus. I…" She shakes her head. "It's so much. I don't know…"

"Too much?"

She swallows. "No. But… oh my fucking god!" She screams as her orgasm slams into her with such force the headboard creaks. Her body grinds down against the toy, pushing the plug deeper into her ass, and she moans and shakes, her beautiful face pinched up in ecstasy. The moment she starts to sag, I pull the toy away, lift her slack legs onto my shoulders, hike her hips and ass off the bed, and then slide back into her.

And fuuuuuuck is she tight like this. Even tighter than she normally is. I cannot wait to get into her ass, but I'll have to come about a dozen times before that, so I don't blow the second I get in there.

I give her a minute to settle and adjust before I start moving inside her. All she can do is hold on, her hands gripping the headboard as I slam into her. Each movement feels more intense than the last, and I can't help but look between us, watching as I move in and out of her. Sweat clings to my brow, and I plant my hands on the top of the headboard for leverage.

Moans and grunts and cries fill the air. We both watch as our bodies take from each other. The slapping heat and intensity of being inside her is a feeling I will never grow accustomed to or tired of.

Her eyes are closed, and her moans grow raspy as if her body is spent, but she still craves more. She's lost it. Totally at my mercy, and I take advantage. Holding her against me, I pound into her, thrusting up and up, making her feel my piercing as it slides in and out and drags along her front wall. And fuck does my girl feel good. Like nothing else.

"Next time, I'm going to blindfold you, little Rose," I growl. "When you feel my cock in your ass for the first time, I want that to be the only thing you know."

"It's so full like this, but god, it feels so good."

I bend down and take her lips. "You were meant for me and no one else."

My lips feast ravenously on hers, and I continue to fuck her, bending her in half. The plug in her ass fucks into her with every thrust of my cock. The moment her orgasm hits her, I can no longer hold off. I pump three more times as pleasure clenches my insides and shoots through me. With a roar, I come harder than I've ever come in my life, shaking and spasming, and filling her up with my cum.

I collapse against her, her body limp under mine, and I force myself to move so I can untie her. Her arms drop in a heap of dead weight, and I bring them into my hands, massaging them and checking them over to make sure no skin is broken and she's not too red.

"You okay?" I murmur against her, rolling her so she's on top of me and I can hold her.

"Mmm."

I grin and kiss her sweaty forehead. "Do you want me to remove the plug?"

"Not on your life," she mumbles, her lips half-planted in my chest. "That I'll do myself."

"I love you. Maybe that was a fucked-up way to show it considering what we just did, but I do."

I can feel her smile against me. "We wouldn't be us if we did things by the rules."

"Then I hope we continue to break them." And pray they don't break us in the process.