She glared up at him. “Or you could have a conscience and do something wonderful with those amazing skills of yours!”
He continued to run his hand up and down the length of her spine sending waves of tingles through her body, reminding her of how deprived she’d been without his touch these past weeks. “How about you have enough conscience for both of us, baby, and I’ll protect our backs,” he murmured huskily, sinking further down into the couch so his hand couch reach down her back, closer to her ass.
“How many times have you been shot?” she asked.
He hesitated.
“You said I could ask anything,” she pouted.
“Four.”
“What!” she yelped, her hands flying up to his T-shirt. She’d felt the scars of bullet holes in his skin before, but she was usually so far gone in passion that she was in no position to be counting. Apparently not even to four.
“Two of them were the same incident,” he said, as though that made it better.
“Perfect,” she said sarcastically. “Would that be the time Tyson King saved your life?”
He tensed. “Claudia has a big mouth.”
She smirked. “Her fiancé has a big mouth first.”
“Brat.” He tapped her jaw lightly with his finger. “Yes, that would be North Korea. Not my favourite shithole.”
“Care to tell me about it?” she asked eagerly.
“No,” he said with finality, standing up and towering over her. He reached down and hauled her up by the armpits. She yelped as he tossed her over his shoulder and slapped her ass hard.
“Daniel!”
“Enough questions,” he growled and headed for the bedroom. “Haven’t had my tongue in that pussy for weeks. I’m fucking starving.”
She gasped as her pussy flooded with warmth at his words. She didn’t murmur a single word of protest as he tossed her down on her bed and began pulling clothes off of her. He was surprisingly gentle with her dress. She arched a brow at him.
“Not that I mind, but you don’t usually care that much about the fate of my clothes. What gives with the patience for buttons and bows after eight weeks of abstinence?” she asked breathlessly.
After he tugged the last button through its hole, he lifted the dress off of her, tugging it gently when it caught in her long, curly tresses. “You looked beautiful tonight, Addison. I… fuck, how do I say this? Don’t want to ruin it this time.”
Her breath caught in her throat and tears sparkled in her eyes. For the first time she gave real credence to the idea that maybe he could have a real relationship with her. She reached up and tugged him down until his lips met hers. She could tell he was trying to be gentle. He barely allowed his hard body to touch hers and his muscles shook with the effort it took to restrain himself. She wanted to beg him to take her hard and fast and then maybe later take his time if he wanted to, but he pushed her back onto her pillows and began slowly peeling her panties down her thighs.
He went slow at first, licking and biting his way up her thighs until he reached her core. She was moaning and begging him to touch her before he’d even arrived at her pussy. She knew exactly what this man was capable of and no matter how many times she tried to replicate those feelings over the past two months, nothing came even close to the magic Daniel could play out on her body. He didn’t hold back for long. He began sucking and licking her in long, delicious swipes that nearly sent her into a delirious spiralling orgasm, except he was careful not to allow her that coveted release just yet.
He was gentle at first, but as he drove her closer and closer to that elusive peak, he became gradually more ferocious, licking and biting her roughly, drawing her labia into his mouth and forcing cries of supplication from her. She writhed under him and alternated between widening her legs and trying to close them until he was forced to wedge his shoulders between her thighs and push her knees over his shoulders. Completely exposed, she was at his mercy.
He used his fingers to add pressure within her passage. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “This might hurt.”
She was beyond caring. She shook her head against her pillow, hair spilling freely across her sheets and yelled her pleasure as he continued to torture her body with unbearable pleasure, sending shockwave after shockwave with each thrust of his fingers and every swipe of his tongue. Just as she was about to fly into orgasm, he rocked back on his heels, unzipped his jeans and dragged her up into his lap.
“Open your eyes, look at me,” he growled, his voice tight.
He reached between them, took his big, hard cock and swiped it through her pussy. Addison cried out and rocked her hips as pleasure crashed through her. He began to enter her, slowly thrusting into the silken depths of her dripping pussy. Addison clung to him, digging her nails into his T-shirt as pain and pleasure merged. Wanting to feel his skin against hers, she frantically clawed at his shirt until, understanding, he peeled it over his head with one hand, while holding Addison up on his lap with his other arm around her waist.
“Feels so fucking good,” he snarled, dropping his head into her shoulder and biting.
Addison jumped and cried out as he thrust full length up into her pussy. Pain flared through her and she held on tight, trying to adjust to his size once more. This position wasn't the easiest for taking him, especially not after nearly two months apart. He gave her a moment to adjust while he enjoyed the heated clasp of her vagina on his throbbing cock. When she began wiggling on his lap, actively seeking pleasure once more, he took her by the waist and began pumping up into her body until she was moaning and yelling once more.
When he sensed she was close, he pushed her gently back over his arm and reached between them sliding his thumb over her clit. She began orgasming so explosively that she would have fallen off his lap if he hadn’t anchored her to him. The rhythmic spasm of her pussy surrounding his cock was too much for him to resist. He began pumping savagely up into her, driving her higher and higher until he exploded with her, sharing his orgasm with his woman.
They stayed locked together, Daniel holding Addison up on his lap while she collapsed against his chest, until he’d softened inside her body. After another minute, he gently lifted her off him and laid her back on the bed. He got up and walked away from her. Despite their evening of revelations, Addison couldn’t help the instant anxiety that flooded her. Was he going to get dressed and leave her now, ruin everything they’d achieved?
