Fraud

Hot breath cascades down my neck after he sweeps my hair aside to whisper against my ear.

“You were right.”

His body presses over mine, the line of his cock pushing along the slit of my ass. When he moves just an inch, a jolt of need tears through me.

“About?” I ask, my voice desperate and breathless, my lips parting when he fists his cock and angles it down to tease the wet flesh of my pussy.

“I do like your hips,” he says, one hand taking firm possession. “But I like your cunt better.”

He thrusts inside me, one long, slow plunge that fills me completely, stretches me wide, my legs falling open more, my back arching like a cat. Gabriel’s hand fists my hair again and drags my body up, his other hand squeezing my breast, thumb and finger pinching the nipple.

His hips move, and his cock pulls out to the tip just to thrust inside me again. And I’m lost to it. Lost to him. Fucking gasping and moaning, writhing and begging. My body trembles when his teeth bite down on the soft spot at my shoulder and neck.

I’m claimed.

His.

I’m owned by the liar.

By Fraud.

By the broken prince.

He laughs softly against my ear, his body still dominating mine, my pussy clenching down with the need for something harder, faster, deeper until I come.

“I’ve always liked your mouth, too. Especially when you’re saying something that pisses me off. Those sassy fucking lips are mine as well.”

He turns my head just enough that he can kiss me, and my body explodes over his cock, every muscle taut, every sensation sending another wave of pleasure rolling through me until I’m saying his name like a prayer, and he’s swallowing the sound.

I know just when he’s about to find his own release. His cock swells, and his hips move faster. He’s driving himself deeper, his body so damn hard that it’s almost painful to take all of him.

Before he can climax and pull out, I reach behind to grab his legs, panic in his voice when he says, “I’m about to come.”

My lips curl at that. “I’m on the pill.”

Gabriel stills and growls, “Fuck...now you tell me.”

He shoves me down and grips my hips, our bodies slapping together with the wet sound of skin and then his cock jerks as he comes inside me, every pulse of it hot and hard.

After finishing, he pulls me up with gentle hands, his palm cupping my cheek as he kisses me.

“Thank you,” he whispers against my mouth, pure truth in his voice.

“For?”

Green eyes lock to mine, his answer tearing my heart apart and stitching it back together.

“Never letting go.”