Good thing, I still have her locked in place or I would legit fear for my life.
I cock a grin and risk everything on my face for a taste of her rage. Our mouths clash, the fuck yeah! The taste is everything I love about the woman when she opens for me and I get a taste of her for the first time in three years.
Given there’s only a zipper between me and her slit, the flash of arousal in her eyes tells me her mind went there too.
I’m thrown into the memories of our former love affair. Well, not an affair really. I was ready to put a ring on it and then life happened.
I break our kiss and we both fight for air at the same time. “I thought you loved my monster?”
“Yeah, I was stupid once. But not anymore.”
Even though I don’t want to believe her words, they hit me right in the gut.
She gets back to fighting me to get loose, but there’s not as much desire to kick my ass in her struggles.
My cock hardens to the point of misery and I swear I can find my release just teasing her like this. Instead of moving back and letting her go like I know I should, I move to the other needy breast and repeat my previous torture.
I know I’m not imagining her pressing into my mouth nor the throaty groan she gives when I swirl my tongue over the tip and tug with my teeth.
I pull back and release the tip with a juicy pop, getting the same breathy response and death threat when she finds her words again.
“When you let me lose, I’m going to kill you, Cipher Gravemont,” she snarls sweetly.
Her thighs tighten around me and pull me deeper into the apex of her thighs contrary to her wish to see me rotting in a grave. All I would have to do is release my zipper and I could be balls deep inside her. We could both be spending Christmas in each other's arms.
I tip her chin up and her perfectly shaped brows pull together with surprise when I rotate my hips.
“Cipher.”
I ignore her warning and reach for the button of my jeans. The hiss of my zipper stuns us both, but not as much as the throatymoan she releases when the heated skin of my hard cock meets the sticky wetness of her pussy.
I shove my jeans lower and glide through her juices without entering her tempting softness. I would do anything to feel her channel gripping me tightly and taking every last drop of my seed.
Anything.
If she knew how far I would go to get her back, she’d easily rip my soul from my body right now. All she would have to do is tell me what it would take and I would not hold back.
“Cipher,” she warns again and this time desire forces her lower lip between her teeth. The heat in her gaze shifts from rage and raw need.
Her lips part with a shuddering breath. My name comes out as a mixture of an exclamation and a statement layered with years of regret, pain and confusion.
“Say my name again and you will not keep me from what we both want.”
“You wouldn’t!”
I roll my hips and love the feel of her wetness soaking me from base to tip.
Wrapped in the warm embrace of the steam rolling through the bathroom, I do the number one thing I told myself I wouldn't do tonight. I release her hands, grip her ass with one hand and poise the head of my cock at her entrance with the other. The way her entrance stretches around the swollen head of my cock is mesmerizing.
And then I drive forward. I take her balls deep in one hard push. The look on her face is a mixture of pure bliss and torture.
“Damn you, Cipher!” She thuds a fist against my chest and yet rides my cock like she’s craved this moment as much as I have since the day I walked out.
“Damn me, what, Harlow? Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll fucking walk away.”
Her heels dig into my ass and she tightens her pussy around my shaft, gripping me with so much force it takes everything in me not to come deep inside her.
Losing my ability to breathe, I drag my entire length out and poise the head at her entrance. I let out a ragged breath and force fresh air in. Then and only then can I speak. “You were always greedy for my cock. Take me and come for me. Let me feel you tighten around me again.”
