She narrowed her eyes and shocked the ever-loving shit out of me with her next words. “It’s possible because the night you took my virginity was the last time I’ve had sex. My children were born via C-section, so nothing other than a tampon, my finger, or a small vibrator has been in or out of there!”
Those words from her lips were the death of my control. She was mine and always had been. I was overcome with a primal need to reclaim what was mine. I fell on top of her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth while my finger pumped in and out of her at the same tempo. I carefully added a second finger, scissoring them as I pumped in and out.
I moved my lips down her neck, down her chest, until I reached her hard, pink nipple. Sucking it into my mouth with fervor, I pulled hard on the taut bud and gently nipped it with my teeth. She clawed at my back, pulled at my hair, and moaned loud enough to let anyone in the rooms beside us know exactly what we were doing.
I switched to her other nipple to give it the same attention while I slipped a third finger inside her. I felt her tense for just a second and then she was back to writhing and wiggling beneath me.
Dragging my mouth down her body, I didn’t stop until I reached her core. Her taste filled my mouth and drove me into a frenzy. I sucked her clit and pumped my fingers furiously into her. “Come, Annabelle, fucking come,” I barked.
I felt her body tense and then she was coming all over my face and hands, screaming my name loud enough for all of Denver to hear.
I couldn’t take it anymore. In a flash, I moved over her and positioned myself at her entrance, ready to slide inside when a moment of clarity broke through the lust that had taken over my brain.
“Do I need to use a condom?” I asked through gritted teeth as my dick screamed at me to move forward.
At her hesitation, I added, “I’m clean. I was tested last month.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
“I need more than that, doll face.”
Instead of answering me with her words, she pulled me forward by my ass as she raised her hips to meet me, causing me to slide inside, all the way to the hilt. My eyes damn near crossed when her tight heat engulfed me, her pussy still fluttering with the remnants of her climax.
I lost all control of myself. I pounded into her with everything I had. She was squealing and screaming and I prayed they were sounds of bliss because it would kill me if I was hurting her.
“Phoenix, oh, oh, I’m coming! I’m coming again!” she shouted.
Damn right she was. I thrust into her hard two more times and then I came so hard it stole my vision.
Panting, sweating, and feeling better than I had in years, I looked down at the treasure beneath me. She was just as sweaty and out of breath as I was, and thank the stars she was smiling brightly at me. “Better rehydrate, big boy, you promised to fuck me until sunrise.”
I threw my head back and laughed at the little minx. “Indeed I did, doll face.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Annabelle
Phoenix softly kissed me before sliding out of my body and walking to the bathroom. He returned moments later with a washcloth and proceeded to clean me.
“I could have done that,” I said, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
“I know, but I wanted to.” He finished his self-appointed task and climbed into bed beside me.
My mind wandered to what Phoenix said about being tested recently. I knew it wasn’t realistic to believe he had been celibate while we were apart, but it didn’t make it hurt any less to have it confirmed. Were there many women? Were they just flings or did he actually have relationships with them?
“So, you’re okay with not using condoms?” Phoenix asked, interrupting my mental trip down the rabbit hole.
“Uh, yeah, it’s fine,” I answered, trying to force my mind to stay in the present and not his unknown past.
“I haven’t noticed any kind of birth control. Aren’t you worried about getting pregnant?” he asked.
Still somewhat distracted by thoughts of him having experiences with other women, I answered, “No, I’m not worried about getting pregnant. I had my tubes tied not long after I left Croftridge.”
Suddenly hovering over me with his nose touching mine, he growled, “You did what?”
“I had my tubes tied so I wouldn’t get pregnant again,” I explained.
“Why would you do something like that?” he yelled, moving off of me and walking toward the window.
