Her Perfect Gift by Theodora Taylor Page A

fast strokes of his hand, his chest moving across her back as he commanded again, “Tell me.”
    “No,” Lacey moaned. She bit down on her lip, trying to hold on to herself, despite the onslaught of pleasure his movements were producing inside her pussy. “No.”
    Then another, “Nooo!” when she came hard, her pussy clenching around both his hand and his dick.
    He growled and suddenly her shirt was off, followed by her bra. He pulled out just long enough to put her on the floor and plunge back into her, this time bending her leg over his shoulder to open her wide as he thrust into her, his eyes hot with anger, as he said again, “Give in.”
    “No,” she said, even as she rolled her hips up into his. “Never.”
    “I have spent months trying to figure you out,” he panted. “If you want this key back, you will tell me everything .”
    She was aflame for him and so angry, it was hard to tell where the anger left off and the lust began. She only wanted two things at that moment, to come again and to piss Suro off.
    “I’m done being threatened by you!” Oh, his cock felt so good inside her. “If you don’t give me my key, I’ll figure something else out. But you don’t own me, and you can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do.” She could feel herself reaching the edge. “ Fuck you!”
    Then she spit in his face.
    He froze on top her, and she took his moment of surprise to grab for the key, but just as her fingers were about to connect with the shiny object, he grabbed her wrists, even harder than before. And that was it. He slammed her trapped arms above her head and lost control on top of her, pounding into her as what she could only assume were Japanese cuss words streamed out of his mouth.
    She cursed him right on back. “Fuck you,” she said. “Fuck you.”
    Then she nearly blacked out from the orgasm. It hit her hard, exploding across her pussy and shaking her to the very core.
    He came a few moments later, his face red and angry, veins throbbing in his neck.
    Neither of them realized he wasn’t wearing a condom until his seed flooded into her womb on a red-hot river of lust and recrimination.
     
     
    SURO ROLLED AWAY FROM LACEY. And for a few moments, he could only lay on the hard kitchen floor trying to figure out what had just happened.
    He’d never lost control like that. Not once, and especially not with a woman.
    He wanted to yell, he wanted to apologize, he wanted to walk out and never see this woman who so threatened his equilibrium ever again.
    But in the end he said, “I need to know. I don’t know why, but not knowing is making me crazy.”
    “I don’t know why you need to know either,” she said in a spent voice beside him. “But I’m not going to tell you. It isn’t safe for me or you.”
    “I can take care of myself.” And you, if you would just let me. But he didn’t say that aloud, because he knew it would scare her even more than it scared him.
    “You can take care of yourself better if you don’t know,” she answered. “If I were you, I’d put my mind to figuring out how to live with the fact that I’m never going to tell you.”
    He turned to her then, feeling some of the old calm slip back over him. “I’ll find out whether you tell me or not.”
    She let out an audible sigh at that. “No, you won’t.” She sat up. “And you probably don’t have to worry about me getting pregnant. I went off my period yesterday.”
    Suro was startled to realize he hadn’t been worried. If anything, the thought of them being bound by something more than sex held a certain appeal. For a moment he allowed himself to imagine a life with her, waking up every morning next to her warm body. Listening to her soft voice as he ate his breakfast, watching her nurse the baby they’d made together.
    His ex-wife, Yumiko, had hated motherhood from the beginning, insisting on a night nurse, and always handing Kenji over to one of their nannies for feeding and changing. She