Forbidden Fate (Crowne Point 3)

Then faster.

Harder.

His breath grew rockier, mine shallow, our eyes locked together. I forgot the wrong of it, losing myself in his icy eyes. He swiped his tongue across his lips, and I leaned forward, wanting to taste him.

Needing it. Grayson made a frustrated sound in his chest. Like he wanted it too.

Neither of us went the final millimeter.

Our breath fogged the air. The vision of him steamy. Muggy.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he growled.

I couldn’t. It was too damning and vulnerable. Every nerve in his body was coiled, veins like lightning on his neck, his cock steel and throbbing. I knew he needed to come, but he was waiting on my words.

“Fuck,” he gritted. “Snitch, please, just let me in.”

“I want to kiss you,” I whispered.

Then it happened, his groan I could feel in my legs, and sticky hot. He dragged my lips down with his thumb, as if pic

turing kissing me as he came, or maybe fucking my mouth.

Or both.

Then it was just the ragged sound of our breath.

Silence passed in what felt like forever, his come coating my hand as we stared into one another. His eyes were too dark. Too muddled. But I could taste just a sliver of him by the thumb he kept on my lip, and I was strung out.

I pulled my hand out, sticky and covered in his come. Emotions twisted in my gut. Bad…wrong…so why did it feel so right?

He lifted my chin.

“Friends help friends clean up, Snitch,” he whispered soft, coaxing.

The spell shattered.

His grip on my chin tightened before I could break away. The look in his eyes darkened and he spun me around, my back against his chest, my ass against his cock.

“You’re not done, little nun,” he growled in my ear. “Fuck my come up inside your cunt.”

Forty-Three

STORY

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I knew that if I did this, we were crossing a line neither of us could come back from, but I told myself as I slid my hand under my skirt and beneath my new soft-as-sin lace panties, that it was fine…My new thick double-breasted dress jacket covered me. Grayson couldn’t see anything.

His blue eyes were dark, eyelids heavy. “Fuck it up inside you, little nun.”

He made a sound deep in his throat as though I wasn’t doing it right, as he had the night we first started spiraling into our demons.

But unlike that night, his hand covered mine over the fabric.

He moved his hand with mine, telling me how to fuck myself.

His lips at my ear, biting. “How does it feel?”