“Don’t fucking tell me to stop, Alyx. Don’t tell me to stop because I can’t, and that’s one line I do not want to cross with you.” Harder, faster, deeper I pushed inside her. Her body was like a fucking instrument, and together we were one filthy, dirty, perfect melody.
Alyx let go of the sheets and brought herself up, pressing her back to my chest. Her body was hot, her skin wet and gliding against mine in a rhythm that had us melting into each other.
Her tiny frame fit perfectly against mine, and I could easily envelop her, wrapping my arms tightly around her small waist.
Her hips moved with mine, her arms reaching up and folding around my neck as I breathed against her shoulder—warm, rapid, desperate breaths.
My hand dipped between her legs, my fingertip finding the sensitive, swollen bud. The sweet whimpers that crossed her lips had my self-control hanging on a thread. I couldn’t lose it. Not yet. I needed her to come first. Always first.
I touched, rubbed, and worked her pussy like my life depended on it. And the way she let go, how she embraced the primal need for pleasure, was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. My pretty ballerina girl, riding my cock like she owned it.
Per-fucking-fection.
“Granite,” she whispered. “You need to promise me something.”
I shook my head. “I’m not letting you go, ballerina girl.”
“No. Not that.” Her fingers weaved through my hair, clutching tight. “I need you to promise me—”
I plunged deeper into her, my knees getting weak from crouching. “What is it?”
She pulled at my hair, and I felt her inner walls close in, throbbing around my cock as she came.
I reached for her throat, forcing her head back against my shoulder while wrapping my fingers around her neck. I wanted to watch. I wanted to see the look on her face while she came on my dick.
The glow of pink on her cheeks was beautiful, and her lips parted as she let out rapid breaths. With her eyes closed, sweat starting at her temples with strands of hair falling over her face, she was fucking exquisite. Nothing in this entire goddamn world compared to her. Nothing.
I wanted to be with this woman for the rest of my life. My cock would never know another pussy again. Only hers. Just her.
It started at the base of my neck, trickling across my spine, growing in intensity as it made its way down my body. The second it slammed against my groin, shooting through my length to the tip of my cock, my pleasure pulsed deep into her.
Sex had never been so powerful, so disarming for me. My entire body went weak, my legs shaking as my orgasm peaked.
“Promise me, Granite.” Her voice broke through the haze.
“Name it.” I barely had a breath.
Alyx leaned her head back and to the side, staring up at me from over her shoulder. “Promise me you’ll kill every son of a bitch who laid a hand on Neon.”
10
Granite
I’d seenand done a lot of fucked up shit in life, and nothing ever surprised me. I was hardly ever caught off-guard. But right there, while buried balls deep inside the sweetest pussy I’d ever had, the words that came out of her mouth shocked the fuck out of me.
I pulled my dick out of her and winced, hating that I no longer had her heat wrapped around me. I stepped back, my cock half hard and my mind completely zoned.
“What did you say?”
Alyx turned around, not caring in the least that she was naked—that we were both naked. Her blue eyes had become steel, her cheeks no longer having a healthy pink glow. She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I want you to kill them. I want you to make them pay for what they did to Neon.”
I bit the inside of my mouth, and my eyes narrowed as I tried to figure out how her switch got flipped from naïve ballerina girl to vengeful vixen. I didn’t like it.
I grabbed my pants off the floor and started to pull them on. “Don’t go there, Alyx.”
“Go where?”
I zipped my pants. “Don’t go to that place where the only thing you care about is revenge.”