The Neighborhood (Twin Estates #2)

“Nice try,” she almost laughed. “You're always aware -”

Her breath caught in her throat when he folded down the top of her panties and blew a stream of cold air against sensitive skin. Then she gasped when his mouth moved lower, his tongue finding other more sensitive body parts as her underwear was worked down her legs.

“So mad,” he spoke against her, sending vibrations along every nerve ending she owned. “I think you deserve to be punished.”

“Yes, please, god, whatever,” she chanted, willing to say anything he wanted if it kept his lips on her.

It didn't work, though. He moved away for a second, making her moan at the loss of body heat. Then her panties were yanked clear of her feet. She opened her eyes just as he stepped close again and his hands were back on her ribs, yanking her upright.

She moved easily, coiling her arms around his neck. Letting her hands wander along his broad shoulders, his smooth skin. It had been so long. She hadn't realized how much she missed touching him.

Bad idea or not, she was beyond caring. Beyond rational thought, even. Definitely beyond stopping. Both their hands were between their bodies, pulling his belt apart, shoving his pants down. Before she could touch him, though, he was grabbing her hands, forcing them over her breasts.

“Take this off,” he growled, curling his fingers over the top of her bra cups.

She was heeding his command, both hands behind her back to undo the clasp, when she felt his erection between her legs. While she was flicking the eye-hook apart, he was pushing inside her. She sucked in a deep breath, letting the straps slide free from her arms, and she fell back against the table.

God, had he always been that big? That thick? She squeezed her eyes shut tight, trying to remember how to breathe as he pumped back and forth, in and out. He wasn't giving her time to adjust, just immediately thrusting into her hard and fast. Like he knew if he moved to slowly, her brain would catch up with what they were doing and put a stop to it.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, raising her arms above her head and pressing her palms flat against the wall. “Holy shit, Wulf. Oh my god.”

“Jesus, was it always this good?” he asked, raking a hand down her chest.

“Yes,” she said, then cried out when he started pumping harder. “God, so good. You're so good.”

Suddenly she was yanked upright. She let out a squeak as she was pulled off the table. He had to kick free of his pants as he moved them across the room. Then he dropped them onto the bed, his full weight almost driving her through the mattress. She shrieked, impaled on his hard on.

“This was always going to happen,” he whispered, his lips moving over her breasts, his hands following close behind. “What the fuck were you thinking, trying to shut me out?”

She was seething and writhing underneath him, so full and so desperate for friction. She needed him to move, needed him to cure the ache that was growing deep inside of her.

“I don't know, I don't know. Please, Wulf, please,” she pleaded. It was like he'd taken every nerve ending to the height of pleasure, and then pushed pause. It was almost painful. Could someone die of pleasure overload?

But what a way to go.

“Now she begs,” he chuckled, his hand briefly wrapping around her throat. “Tried to kick me out half an hour ago, and now she begs me for more.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she whispered. The hand left her throat and worked its way into her hair.

“Is this what you wanted? To pit us against each other? See how we stacked up against each other? Did he get this far?” he asked. She frowned and put both hands against his chest, trying to create some space between them.

“No. No, please, don't, I don't want to -”

The hand in her hair pulled tight, causing her head to snap back. He finally answered her prayers and started moving again, pumping his hips slowly a couple times. But then he pulled away completely.

“I know what you want. Turn around.”

The hand in her hair was pulling even harder, setting her scalp on fire, and his other hand was between her legs, keeping her blood boiling. While long fingers slid in and out of her, she slowly rolled around onto her stomach.

He used both his hands to yank her hips into the air, dug his fingers into her flesh as he fucked her from behind. She started moaning again, clutching her bedspread between closed fists. When she started pushing back against him, urging him faster, one of his hands went back to her hair, pulling her up again.

“Please, Wulf, I'm so close,” she cried, reaching out and trying to grip the top of her bed frame. He was fucking her so hard the bed posts were slamming into her wall and she couldn't keep hold of it. It didn't matter anyway, since he kept tugging on her hair. Her back was forced to bend, her spine arching until the back of her head was touching his jaw.

“You have no idea how close you are,” he hissed in her ear, then she felt his teeth on her earlobe, biting down hard.

“God, I need you. Please,” she all but sobbed, reaching over her shoulder and trying to touch him, combing her fingers through his thick hair.

“Of course you do. No one can make you feel this,” he whispered, his tongue trailing along the side of her neck. He finally let go of her hair and she managed to nod.

“No one,” she agreed. His free hand moved from her head down to her breasts, briefly toying with her nipples before continuing its southward journey.

“I want you to think about that,” he growled, his fingers diving into her slick heat. A thousand different muscles clenched and pulsed, forcing another shriek out of her. “Next time you think you're confused. Think about what I'm doing to you right now, about how I make you feel, next time you're with him.”

This is a bad, bad, so monumentally bad, idea.

But it was too late. She was shrieking in time to his thrusts, crying out as his fingers strummed faster, coming hard while he continued fucking her. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had an orgasm that big – it had probably been with him. She moaned as her whole body went into spasms, everything falling apart, inside and out.

Again, she needed space. She needed time, her body wanted to crash. But Wulf didn't care. He just kept fucking her, keeping her locked in the orgasm. She was shaking so much, she couldn't do anything, couldn't hold onto anything. He finally moved his hand away and she fell forward, pressing her face into the blankets as her arms stretched out limply at her sides.

“See what happens when you listen to me?” he said, breathing hard as his thrusts turned almost brutal. She could barely pay attention to what he was saying – her ears were ringing and her eyes were rolling back in her head. “You get everything you want. Every. Single. Fucking. Thing.”

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