Illicit Temptation (Astoria Royals #3)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Trace

“ I ’m going to make you wish you didn’t say those words to me,” I growl at Shea.

With a long exhale the fight leaves her soul, Shea’s lost her battle and gives in to me. Gives in to us and what we can be. Sexually, anyway.

There are few sights in my life that have taken my breath away. This one is etched into my mind forever and secures the number one slot.

Slowly stroking my shaft, root to tip, I stare at Shea’s dripping wet cunt with a quivering slit. Oh, and that sweet puckered hole.

All mine.

Fisting my now throbbing cock, I nudge the head inside her slit.

“What a good slut,” I say to give her the fantasy she wants because this isn’t real. “My princess wants to be fucked like a whore.”

One thrust of my cock three and a half years ago and I was immediately addicted to this snug cunt. It wasn’t painfully tight like an eighteen-year-old virgin, I fucked an experienced woman. A woman who knew how to please a man. Knew how she wanted to be pleased. And I never wanted anything else ever again.

I want this forever. I fuck her sinful wet cunt with long strokes while her hands ball into cramped, white-knuckled fists.

She practically sobs from the pleasure. And I’m right there with her.

With a handful of silky dark waves, and the other hand holding her leg up on the counter, I slam into this dream of a cunt. The tight resistance gives way, and I’m sucked into warm, wet heaven. Only, this is my hell because she’s counting the days until she thinks I’ll leave her like all her other bodyguards did.

Not. Happening.

Those fleshy globes wiggle deliciously as she takes my cock. Unable to resist I slap her ass cheek.

“Ack!” Shea yelps. “What was that?”

“Keeping you in line. You’re mine, princess. Mine to fuck. And if you ever touch another man, I’ll tie you to my bed and fuck you for days.” I give a few more slaps, loving how they echo off the bathroom tiles and rhythmically beat in time with our grunts.

Shea whimpers, her walls squeezing around me.

“Coming already? Jesus, you’re in for a hell of a ride. I’m just getting started.”

After I ride out her climax, I pull out and stroke the wetness on my cock with shaking hands, holding back my building release. I shove back inside her, and Shea moans in sync with every thrust.

“Got one more for me, slutty princess?” I say, my voice dark with lust.

“You’re one greedy bastard.” She lifts her chest off the counter and presses her fingers into the marble, pushing back on my cock. “You need to come.”

“It’s a contest now.” I ground my legs, my freaking toes gripping the tile beneath my feet.

Not because I plan to jack-hammer my dick like a teenager trying to get off in a closet during childish kissing games, but to torture her like a grown man with slow and measured strokes until she’s fucking screaming my name. To stop. To come. To fuck her harder. I don’t give a shit. Anything that drips from those lips is magical to my ears.

With a small tilt of her hips, I manage to sink even deeper and the adrenaline rush from claiming her in such a filthy way is enough to fucking kill me.

To keep up my torture campaign, I pull out and tease her clit with the crown of my weeping cock, until I need the long length hugged by her soaked folds again.

As the pleasure consumes me, a possessiveness grows to an irrational level. “Christ, the way you feel around my cock.”

Our eyes lock in the mirror, those green, almond-shaped, trusting eyes are glassy with arousal. I plan to break her, ruin her for any other man.

Staring at her through the mirror, I growl, “Who owns you?”

She grins, defying me. “No one owns me.”

I chuckle, “I’ve got you pinned down, my cock drenched from your wet cunt, and your eyes are practically rolling in the back of your head, princess.”

“Shut up,” she mutters and lowers her head, whimpering.

That mouthy back talk just does it for me. Volcanic energy surges through my veins and my cock pulses with a warning shot, widening and lengthening it to an impossible size.

I moan and she echoes me, feeling what she does to me. She owns me, as much as I own her.

An irritating buzzing snatches me from the depths of my orgasmic destruction.

Shea’s phone. On the counter.

She’s lost. Doesn’t hear it. Whimpering with yet another orgasm. I transformed into a machine, a perfectly revved engine with no plans to stop.

But that fucking phone buzzes again. I’m ready to throw it against the wall until I see the name.

Archer Crest.

I snarl and don’t even think twice. I hit the answer button .

“What?” I groan, holding the phone to my ear.

“Huh?” Shea looks up.

“Where’s Shea?” Archer angrily barks.

“Getting fucked,” I say, still slamming into her.

“What? Who did you let into that house to fuck her?”

I put down the phone, activating the speaker. “Tell him, Shea-Lynne. Tell your ex who’s fucking you? Tell him who this greedy cunt is soaked for?”

“Shea?” Archer’s voice screeches from the phone.

“Tell him,” I roar.

“My bodyguard is fucking me, you prick,” she yells.

“Stay on the line if you want to hear how she comes for me.” I lick my finger and slip it into her tight, puckered hole. “For the fourth fucking time since I’ve had her pinned down on this bathroom counter.”

Her cunt tightens and squeezes around me again, juices dripping onto my legs.

“Trace,” she whimpers. “God. Don’t stop.”

I loosen my grip on her leg, my finger penetrating her hole. Fire raging in my veins, I use my free hand to pick up the phone again.

“Did you hear me, Archer? Go near her again, touch her again and you die. You’ll get to watch me fucking her ass as punishment from hell.”

I end the call and shove it off the vanity, ignoring the loud clanging on the floor. With two fingers in her ass, I drive my cock so deep into her, so fast, so hard, I come a in rush that makes me feel light-headed.

I pull out and spray my cum across her ass in thick ropes. Bending, I lick up my release and use my tongue to push it back in, saving a glob to tongue-fuck her hole with it.

She reaches back and pulls my hair. “God, yes.”

“Now get into that shower so I can clean you off.”

She spins around and devours me with her mouth. “ You’re...”

I hold her face, tightly. “I’m yours, princess.”

“Good,” she swallows.

And just like that, Shea and I have entered our fucking in secret era...