I took one look at her pleading expression and the games were over. As much shit as I liked to talk, I knew when to say when. I pushed all of the way in, causing Destiny’s breath to hitch, before pulling out again all of the way to the tip, and diving back in. Her legs wrapped tighter around my lower back, fingernails dug into my skin even deeper, and the scent of her arousal all served to heighten my own pleasure.
With her little body wrapped around mine, I pumped into Destiny with the force of a drowning man, straining for his last breath. The difference was I didn’t want to come out from underneath this type of drowning. I lowered my mouth until our lips locked again, and kissed her with the same intensity that my cock was making its acquaintance with her inner walls. It was as if her pussy was made for me and only me. I don’t know how long it took, but soon enough the tingles down my spine that were a signal of my impending orgasm were occurring. I wouldn’t let that happen until Destiny came again for the second time. Two to one, those were the odds I could live with.
“Come for daddy,” I crooned into her neck.
“T-Ty—”
Reaching down, I lifted her left leg higher as I reached underneath it, giving myself the ability to enter her another inch deeper.
“Come for me, Destiny,” I implored when I felt her walls tightening around me. I moved my free hand to pinch her right nipple, playing with it between my thumb and forefinger.
“Oooh,” she sang as her orgasm made its appearance.
“Hss shit!” I cursed at the feeling of her pussy milking me as she came. My damn vision blurred and my own orgasm barreled through me, causing my rhythm to slip. I gripped the top of the headboard, not wanting the entirety of my weight to crush Destiny. I came harder than I ever could remember.
The last coherent thought I can remember having was if our coupling was this good with a barrier still between us, we were in trouble when I finally entered her with no protection whatsoever.
And for the first time in my life, I was highly looking forward to the days when I could slip between a woman’s legs, unprotected, to give her my future babies.
Chapter Fourteen
Destiny
I’m such a skeezer, I thought to myself as I carefully peeled myself from under Tyler’s heavy ass arm. I climbed off the bed and stood unmoving, trying to make sure he was still fast asleep. The man slept like a damn rock. No wonder that tramp had been able to get into his room and bed without him realizing it.
I shook my head.
I was not supposed to be thinking about Instagram hoes or anything else. I needed to get my shit together and haul ass out of there. I began to groan at the soreness between my legs, but then covered my mouth to keep myself quiet. Tyler was much larger than I’d expected. No wonder he walked the earth so cockily. Not only had he come from wealth and privilege, but he was one of the best players in the NFLandhe had a big dick to match. Deadly combination. He’d be my undoing most assuredly. I had no choice but to hightail my ass out of there.
I stepped into the thong I’d worn the night before and put on my dress, tying the bow at the back to keep it in place. I carried my shoes and the clutch I’d brought with me toward the bedroom door. I glanced over my shoulder one last time, and sure enough, Tyler’s eyes were still firmly closed, mouth parted as a tiny snore escaped his lips. My gaze lingered on that mouth, remembering how it’d brought me pleasure the night before.
“No,” I admonished myself, shaking my head. No time to think about any of that. I turned and headed to the main exit. I cursed when I remembered that the exit was an elevator. A very loud elevator from what I’d remembered from the night before. But I’d have to take the chance.
However, just as my finger went to press the door open button, a much larger hand made impact with the door close button, halting my anticipated escape.
“Remember what I told you about consequences, Destiny?”
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Tyler
My chest heaved up and down as I stood over Destiny, my hand firmly pressed against the door close button of the elevator. She stood completely still, back facing me, obviously stunned by my sudden appearance.
In general, I’m not a hard sleeper, save for when I take a sleeping pill, or apparently after spending a night in between the legs of the most intriguing women I’d ever been in the presence of.
“Move. Your. Hand,” she ordered, still not turning to face me. Her back to me pissed me off more than her daring to give me such an order. Second only to the fact that she’d honestly tried to slip out of my bed and this suite without my knowing.
“Turn your ass around,” I growled, still hovering over her.
“Ty—” she began as she turned but stopped short. Her eyes widened, mouth popped open before she quickly clamped it shut. “You don’t have any pajama bottoms? Sheesh!” she stated, annoyed, presumably at her own body’s reaction to my nudity.
“You didn’t seem to mind my lack of pajama bottoms last night.”
I already anticipated the eye roll my comment was going to elicit. She didn’t disappoint, this time adding a stomping of her bare right foot. That was when I noticed the high heel shoes she’d worn the night before were clutched to her chest. Again, another sign she’d gone out of her way not to make noise in order to sneak out of here.
“Where the hell did you think you were going?”
“I didn’tthinkanything,” she retorted, tossing a hand on her hip. “Iamgoing back to my hotel to gather my belongings and to catch my flight back home.”
