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“More, Anderson. I need more.”
He thrusts up to the hilt, and I groan from the impact, while he lets out a primal growl that makes me want to hear it again. With his hands under my ass and my back on the bookshelves, he rolls himself up into me. I brace on his shoulders for balance, but I know he has me. I should have felt caged, trapped between him and the shelves. I didn’t. All I felt was safe and cherished and wanted.
Pleasure winds so tight in me that it is almost pain. I wrap my legs around his waist to bring him closer, and he kisses me reverently. Like he is in awe of me. I never want this to end. But then his cock swells in me, and I worry that it will.
Anderson picks me up off of him as he pulls out. I whine my discontent. How can this be over? I didn’t even feel him finish.
But then he turns me around to face the bookshelf. He leans in close, lifting the back of my dress. His hot breath sends a shiver from my ear down my body. “Brace yourself.”
I grab both sides of the bookshelf, and he slams himself into me from behind, hard enough to shake the books. His girth grazes against my G spot on every thrust, and I’m practically speaking gibberish between curses. But when he reaches around for my clit, I lose my mind. My pussy clenches tight to him, throbbing and aching. “Fuck, And—oh, god!”
“That’s it. Come on my cock,” he demands.
He covers my mouth with his free hand, and I scream into his palm as I come all over him. But he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow down. Every stroke is faster, hotter. More determined. Like he knows he’s hitting my spot, and he’ll never stop.
He drags another orgasm from me as he grunts in my ear, “That’s my good girl.”
My whole body arches back against him as he pounds into me and plays my body like an instrument. I’m lost to white hot flashes of ecstasy. He won’t let me stop coming. Not yet.
“I’m going to come in you. Fill you up. Is that what you want?”
I can’t speak. Only nod.
He growls in relief. “Fuck, yes.” Just as his cock thickens up, he slows down. “Just not yet. I like you squirming on me, baby.”
I let out a whine, and I’m not sure if that’s encouraging him to stop or to keep going. But with my core so wound tight, I can hardly breathe. Then he triggers another that makes me gasp for all the breath I’ve lost, and I’m more than squirming. I can’t hold still—every part of me shakes violently as I come harder than ever on him.
He covers my back with his body, leaning as he pumps into me and plays with my clit. He rasps, “Love to make you come. Fuck, that’s it, just like that, baby.” His growl shreds me to my core as he comes inside of me, kissing and biting my neck like a rabid beast.
Chapter 33
ANDERSON
I point June to the library’s bathroom, and while she’s gone, I arrange the two chaises next to each other by the fireplace to work like a makeshift bed. Thankfully, we keep a few cozy blankets in here for when a reader doesn’t feel like a fire, so I gather them there, too. I’m not ready to join the rest of the household right now. Not when I have June here, secluded in my favorite room.
She returns with a sly look on her face that thrills me. “You made a nest.”
I chuckle and shrug. “Guess I did. Join me.”
“Yeah, okay.”
We lie down together, and I pull a blanket over us and spoon her with my arm over her waist as we watch the fire. Nothing has ever felt this good unless we were having sex. This is everything I want. Right here, right now. I bury my nose in her hair and breathe her in. This moment in time is everything.
And her perfection awakens my cock.
She wriggles against me there. “Already?”
“Can you blame me? Your ass is exquisite.” And I’ve been dreaming of this day since I met you.
I’m trying not to get ahead of myself, but I can’t help it. Having June want me of her own accord is all I’ve ever wanted. This wasn’t for money, and she’s sober, so there’s no blaming it on a drunken mistake. She chose this. She wants me. The thought makes my chest ache in a way I’ve never felt before.
When June reaches back for my hip, I back off immediately. “Sorry. Don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Her voice is soft. “I wasn’t going to push you away.”
“Oh?” What game is she playing at?
But her hand snakes between us, and she fumbles with my zipper. “I was hoping?—
