Page 87 of Dirty Legacy

“No, baby. It’s because you saved my sister’s life. You’re her guardian angel, and that means you’re mine, too.”

I chew on my lip, eyes locked on his face, and there’s nothing but devotion in his gaze. This man is obsessed with me in a way I’ve never experienced. He wants me more than I’ve ever been wanted, like he’ll die of thirst if he doesn’t have me. And I realize that it’s been like this for him for years.

“All this time,” I whisper, arching up and down, grinding against his hard dick. “You’ve been there all this time.”

“That’s right.” He holds my hips. “Please, baby. I want to be inside you.”

“You’ve been wanting me for years, but you never did anything about it.” I brace over him, hands on his muscular chest. I love the way he’s looking desperate, like he’s coming undone. I keep grinding, but not letting him inside.

“It was so fucking hard. Like I am right now. Please, let me fuck you.”

“You could have had me, you know. I thought you were so handsome the first time I saw you.”

“Angel—“

“I was scared of you too. Did I tell you that? I was so intimidated by the Big Boss.”

“Baby, please⁠—“

“But I liked it too. I liked being afraid of you. Sometimes I’d fantasize about you dragging me into your office⁠—“

“Oh, fuck⁠—“

“And holding me down against the desk⁠—“

“Angie, baby⁠—“

“And ripping into my pussy like a doll, fucking me into a gooey puddle of moans and sweat.”

“Baby, I need it,” he growls, groaning, holding me tight, fingers digging into my dimpled skin. “Please, before I fucking come all over your thighs.”

“You want to come inside of me?”

“God, yes, angel.”

“Your big dick between my legs? You think you can fit?”

“I want to find out.”

I ease myself back. My wet entrance against his big, dripping tip. “Say please.”

“Please.”

I arch and take him. He fills me with one gasping, desperate thrust, rough and hungry. I cry out in bliss as he fucks me, not going slow, not going easy. It’s the hard, needy, frantic grinding of a man barely in control of himself. I’m thrown to the edge, chin back, hands pressing my tits together. I toss my tank top aside and ride him, working my hips fast and crying out his name, no more playing, no more teasing.

It’s wet and hard. He fucks me like an animal, holding my hips, thrusting deep into my pussy. His big dick rips me in half and I love every single painful and heavenly inch as I bottom out again and again. I scream his name until he shoves a thumb in my mouth and I suck it, both hands holding his wrist.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come. Oh my god, I’m going to fill your lovely, sexy wet pussy, fuck⁠—“

He ruins me. His tone breaks me in half, the tremble and the frenzy. I shatter as he finishes, both of us sweating and moaning as the orgasm rips us in two, and I end up lying on his chest gasping for air, his cock still buried between my legs, and I don’t care if he stays there forever. I’m dizzy, grinning like I won the damn lottery.

That word lottery sparks something in me.

I don’t react to it right away. I stay snuggled on him for a while, rolling the thought around in my head. Until I can’t keep it contained anymore.

“Do you think the Gallaghers could be paying someone in your organization?”

He grunts in surprise. “What’s that now?”