I’m dizzy with desire, soaked with arousal. I wrap my arms around his neck, press him against me and lift up on my knees. His lips never break contact with my nipple, but he slides a hand between us and guides his cock exactly where I need it to be.
Both of us slow our motions, and his head tilts up, his eyes locking on mine. I’m still kneeing tall on my knees, the head of his cock pressing against my opening. Our foreheads fall softly against each other’s, both of us looking down between us as we watch the tip of his cock dip into me. I lower myself all the way down, sliding over him and everything in me lights on fire. His moans—God, his moans—they send shivers through me.
“You feel so fucking good.” His voice is barely more than a raspy whisper.
I move my hips against him and his finger, his hands digging into my skin. “Sophia,” he whispers, lifting and rocking into me.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“I want to feel you come on me.” Then his tongue is in my mouth and his cock is pushing in and out of me.
“Oh, God…I don’t think that’ll take so long,” I laugh against his lips. He chuckles darkly, sliding a hand over my leg, between us, right to my clit, and begins to rub me in small light circles.
I can’t help but look down to watch his fingers move as he pushes up into me, deep. “You like to watch me move inside you?”
“Yes,” I hiss. “And your fingers.”
He groans something inaudible from the back of his throat. I can tell he likes watching it just as much as I do because he’s staring between us as well, and his breathing is becoming more raspy and quick.
“Such a dirty girl,” he whispers, and increases the strength and rhythm of his fingers. “You like being played with? You like your legs spread and me inside you? My fingers touching you. Where else do you need my fingers?” He brings his fingers up to his mouth and wets them.
I can barely breathe, where else do I need them?
Everywhere. “Everywhere.”
“I know what you want,” he says, gliding his soaked fingers over my legs to the back of my ass.
I arch my back up, wanting to help him reach me—but he doesn’t need help. His fingers find their way, sliding soft and slow into my bottom, stuffing me.
His head bends down and his mouth attaches to one of my nipples, and I’m in love with this feeling. He’s inside me everywhere, deep, as his tongue rolls and flicks around and around, stiffening my nipple. Sucking and pulling.
His fingers move faster.
His cock, throbbing inside me. I feel his balls tighten and his breath puffing out in tiny gasps along my breasts.
An electrical current hums between my thighs and every one of my body’s cells feels its tingling heat. I grind down on him, and the feeling blossomed and expands. That intense waterfall of pressure is building and building. A hard pounding sensation of heat and small pulsing sparks of pleasure, climbing and climbing.
We’re both moving faster, chasing the sensation. His mouth is open, pressing hard against my breasts, his fingers so deep I know he can feel his own cock inside me.
My muscles begin to tighten, my thighs quiver and it hits me—the pure intense explosion rocks through me, erupting deep inside me and surging to my fingertips and toes. I’m clenching around him, riding the wave of sensations and his hips jerk up into mine. His moans are intense and his entire body tightens.
When my insides stop pulsing, I lay my head on his chest and we stay that way for a long while, neither of us wanting it to end.
In the end, he blinks up at me and my eyes flutter closed. His lips reach mine and our kiss is so deep and intense it feels more intimate than what we just shared, maybe it was because of it. Either way, it doesn’t matter. Because even though I don’t want to move from being on top of him, him still inside me, we both know I promised this is the last time we’ll ever see each other.
Chapter 12
Corrado
Without Felony the club feels empty. It’s only been two days, but they’ve been two really fucking shitty days.
My body’s all itchy and my gut is in a permanently twisted knot that tightens by the minute. I can’t focus on anything. I forget to eat. I’m even sweating for no reason at the most inappropriate times. I feel like I’m going through Sophia withdrawals.
I’m probably just getting sick.
Or—fuck my stupid life—falling in—nope, I’m not saying it. She’s gone and that’s it. This isn’t the life she deserves.
Maybe I just miss her.Want to be inside her again. It’s not just being inside her, though. It’s more than that. A lot more.
