Raw Redemption (Crossing the Line #4)(69)

“Be rough with it.” He covered her stroking hand and squeezed—hard—so hard that Ailish gasped. But when he showed her how fast, how irreverently he needed to be jacked off, she wasted no time following his instructions. She balanced the head of his cock on her tongue and beat him off, her hand moving in a blur, strangling him root to tip better than he could do it himself. “That’s right, baby. You won’t hurt it. Pretend you’re angry with me. You want to make me mad so I’ll take it out on you when we finally get down on the floor and f*ck. Choke it off—” He growled into the crook of his elbow when she added a wrist twist on her ascent to his plump tip. Still propped on her tongue, Henrik hooked a finger into the side of her mouth, drawing her lips wide and thrusting halfway into that addictive warmth. “Ahhhh. Shit. Suck me in between your teeth. Rake them over me.”

God, she was eager. Loving up and down his package like she was sick and his come was the antidote. Henrik leaned forward so he could see her ass in the shorts, the shorts he would be taking off her very soon. To bang her breathless. But he’d sure as hell remember to take them along with him when they got out. She’d be modeling those things for him until they became so threadbare, they wouldn’t stay on her hips anymore. All of it would take place in his apartment, where there wouldn’t be any distractions. No time limits. Just the thought of having unlimited access to Ailish made his balls pull tight.

“All right, that’s enough.” She wouldn’t stop. Taking him down her throat until her eyes squeezed shut, then releasing him with big, gulping breaths. Red hair stuck to her cheeks, feathered her nipples. She was the hottest f*cking sight of his lifetime. “I can’t take anymore,” he groaned, wrapping a hand around her hair and tugging her away from his aching dick.

“I need you. I need you,” she whimpered.

There was a bed right behind them. He could get her there. He could—

She turned around, right there on the carpeted floor, falling forward onto her elbows and putting her ass on display. He was tempted to claim the shorts were his downfall, but it was all Ailish that had Henrik dropping to his knees behind her. All Ailish that had him feasting on her ass cheeks with wide, openmouthed kisses. All Ailish that had him outlining his handprints with the tip of his tongue, his palms smoothing over the tight, bent-over flesh, his mouth making a meal of her backside.

“Take off the shorts. Show me where I’m going to sink in.” Face pressed to the floor, Ailish reached back and slipped the slinky material down her angled bottom, exposing everything to Henrik without hesitation. Telling him without words that she would be his playground until they were both spent. “If I forget myself and take you too hard, baby, you tell me.” He let his middle finger travel over the pucker of her back entrance, lower, through her folds to play with her clit. “Something about this position that makes me feel a little f*cking ruthless. You understand?”

She spread her thighs wider. “Yes. I understand.”

Jesus. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think Ailish wanted to kill him. She was tight, slick temptation just waiting for him to take. And waiting wasn’t an option. Not when she was already so wet and begging for it with discreet glances over her shoulder. “You’re my woman, Ailish. And I’m going to give you a filthy, sweaty bang under your father’s roof to make sure you know it.”

His cock made it halfway inside Ailish before she clenched and resisted him, a soft cry leaving her lips. Having met the same struggle before, though, Henrik knew once he pushed through and gave her time to adjust, she’d be fine. She wouldn’t be hurting then; she’d be begging for some rough. So he reared back with his hips and pushed deep, almost blacking out the first time his balls smacked against her. Damn. Damn. Damn it’s so tight. So sweet.

Henrik slid a hand up Ailish’s spine, burying it in her hair and tugging her head back. “Tell me when you’re ready to be ridden.”

She wiggled her hips around, thighs flexing, issuing soft expulsions of breath toward the ceiling. “I’m ready. I’m ready.”

With a closed-mouth growl, Henrik propped up his right leg beside her hip to give him added depth. And he scooped his hips up, pressing deep, deep, letting Ailish know what she was in for. Her features went slack as he ground himself inside her, buried to the hilt. “Feel where I’m touching? I’m the only one who’ll ever reach that part of you. Mine. I claimed it. I’ll claim it every day.”

Her nod was jerky. “The only one. Every day.”

“Good girl.” Already the tide was rising inside Henrik. But it was darker and more powerful than usual. Having Ailish in such a vulnerable position signaled that she trusted him and shared this animal lust with him. He wasn’t alone in wanting to f*ck like two desperate creatures. Not if the sweat pooling at her lower back, the wheezing quality of her breath, was any indication. Her hips were jerking up and back now, her body insisting without words that he take. “Yeah, you want it. Don’t you?” He pushed her hips up to the tip of his dick and slammed back to the hilt, sliding her knees forward on the carpet. “Want it so bad, but you barely let me in.”

“Yes, I can,” she moaned, the flesh of her backside shuddering with every blow of his hips. “So good.”

Needing to hear her voice right up against his ear, Henrik fell forward, planting his knees on either side of Ailish’s hips and holding her still with an arm wrapped beneath her torso. He dropped his chin down onto her shoulder to give himself a nice view of her pretty bouncing tits. And he pumped like he’d never get another chance. Ahhh shit, she was sopping wet between her legs, turned on but never once making it easy for him to go balls-deep. Every thrust was a struggle, and something about making such a rough effort over and over set loose a riot of his darker desires, pounding in his temples, shaking under the muscle of his abdomen. Their size difference only exacerbated the need for aggression. The need to make his unique mark on this woman. His woman.