Fuck me.
Grabbing her shoulders, I hoist her up and kick off my pants. Ripping my shirt over my head, I waste no time unbuttoning her shorts and letting them fall to the floor. She shimmies out of them eagerly.
I don’t even bother with her bra or panties as I drop to my knees, pull the lace fabric covering her pussy to the side and lick up her center like a fiend needing their favorite fix.
She releases a sexy moan before grabbing my head and holding me hostage at her center. Spreading her legs, I take full advantage of what she is offering. Savoring every lick, every suck, every caress of my tongue against her sweet, velvet skin.
But tasting her isn’t enough. Licking up to her clit, my fingertips gently part her before curling and pushing deep inside her heat. She screams out. A smile spreads across my face as I lose myself in heaven. Sucking her clit into my mouth, she bucks her hips against my face needing more.
She grabs my shoulders, begging me to stand up. I refuse to give in at first, needing to stay right where I am. Where I can worship her. But soon, the need to feel us connected takes over.
Standing, I hoist her in my arms, crush my lips against hers and stalk back into my bedroom. Her legs wrap around my middle. Her nails dig into my shoulders as the pulsing need between us grows. Laying her out on the bed, I climb up her body and waste no time forcing my cock deep inside her slick pussy.
We cry out from the sensation. I still as I become fully seated inside her.
Looking down into her eyes, they begin to tear over once I begin to pick up the pace.
“Don’t ever leave me,” she pleads, making my movements stop suddenly. Her eyes search mine. It’s as if she is lost and I am the only one that can help her, bring her back, fix all her fucking wrongs and make them right.
“Never,” I promise, as I grab her hips and force them higher, driving my cock deeper inside her. “You’re mine, Angel. Always have been. Always will be. I don’t let go of what’s mine.”
“Yours,” she moans, as I take her like I haven’t had her in weeks, months. “I can’t ever lose you,” she cries.
Before I can respond, she crashes her lips against mine, forces her hips down, and matches my pace, sending us both higher than we’ve ever been before.
* * *
The next morning, I wake up with her in my arms and grin. Her bare back is to me, and I take the perfect opportunity to lean over and brush my lips gently against her shoulder. She stirs, but only for a moment. Running my fingers down her spine, her skin prickles as a low moan escapes her lips.
“Mm, I’ve missed you,” she whispers, as she rolls over and throws her arms around me. I bury my face in her neck and pull her closer. Her delicious bare body makes my dick begin to stir.
The few days we spent apart after she found out about her past was hell on earth. I’ve needed her like this, in my bed, wrapped around me and promising me forever, so bad it almost fucking killed me.
Rolling on top of her, she squeals when she feels exactly what I have in mind pressed against her inner thigh.
“I say we stay in all day and make up for lost time,” I whisper, as my mouth falls to her neck and I kiss her tenderly just below her ear. She moans, her legs widen, anticipating my hard cock and wanting it inside her just as badly as I want to be buried in her sweet pussy all day.
“I can’t,” she says after a moment. “I need to patch things up with Momma.”
I become very still, trying to wrap my brain around what she just said. Surely she can’t be serious. We talked last night, and she told me everything. I think she needs to give it time. Nothing can be fixed when everything around you is determined to tear you apart. Sometimes, the best option is to stand still until the storm passes. The best thing for her and her mother now is to give it time if they ever want to make it right. Pulling back, I look into her eyes and try to understand just what would possess her to want to do that.
“Angel, you don’t think it might be a good idea to let things rest a while? Maybe let things cool down. Because I can think of a million ways I want to warm things up, and none of them involve seeing your mother today.”
I push the sheets back over my head and hear her squeal as I lower myself to her chest.
Taking her pert nipple in my mouth, she lets out a sexy as fuck groan making me fully erect. I mold her breast in my hand and suck her into my mouth. Releasing her, I move greedily to the other side. Her hips grind up against my stomach. Her warm, slick pussy leaves a trail against my bare chest as she thrusts herself hungrily against my frame. I want nothing more than to take her, fast, before she can get another bad idea that leads to us leaving this room. But before I can, she whispers, “I have to talk to her Hunter, and…”
My tongue flicks across her nipple in protest. “Hunter, please,” she pleads, as I trail my fingers down her middle.
She grabs my hair, pulling my face up to meet her determined stare.
“Okay,” I relent.
She grins, happy she got her way.
“But first,” I say, entering a finger inside her. Her mouth falls open, she sucks in a wanton breath. “I’m going to make you wish you’d stayed here with me in bed instead.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
