Kevlar pulls back, running his rough digits between my breasts, carving a fiery trail until he reaches his destination between my legs. “Look at you. Pretty as a damn picture. Naked and eager for my cock.”
He shoves two fingers into my mouth, and I suck and lick them like I would his dick.
Chapter Nine
Kevlar
“So tight and wet for me.” I thrust my fingers inside Lacey’s sweet heat. Her juicy pussy is on fire for me. Fucking greedy, her muscles squeezing and contracting. She’s close to getting off, but I want her coming on my cock.
When I slip my fingers out of her, she cries out at the loss. But I don’t give her time to miss me for long. I bury my face between her thighs and eat her like Sunday dinner. I don’t know if she’s been with other men or how many. All I know is I’m giving her new memories. Her past is just that. Her past. I want to be her future. She may be married, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m going to make her mine.
All mine.
I flip her over on the bed and slap her ass. “On all fours. Arch your back.” I put on a condom and rub my dick between her ass cheeks, teasing her until she’s begging for it.
My cock is rock hard, and when I push the head past her slick heat, she whimpers, clutching the tangled sheets in fistfuls.
I lose myself in the feel and the sound of her. The hum of our bodies slapping together. My sweetness feels so good,you’d think this is my first taste of pussy. My first time fucking someone. My eager girl drops to her elbows, arching her back higher. Fuck me. I can’t hold back. I grab her wavy hair, twisting the dark locks around my fist, using the grip to pull her onto my cock harder and deeper.
Her moans spill out of her like a prayer. I keep my hand fisted tight in her hair, yanking her head back so when I sink into her, I see the way her eyes glaze over at every thrust. I start slow, savoring every inch as I stretch her out, my fingers punishing her hip, leaving their mark there.
“Fuck, Kevlar,” she breathes out my name, needy and desperate with her spine bowed for me in pure submission.
I slam into her deeper, and she cries out, knuckles whitening in the sheets. The sweet sting of my hand lands on her ass, and she clamps down so tight around me I nearly lose my rhythm.
She’s wild for my cock.
Fucking loves how I’m fucking her.
“Is this what you wanted?” My words hitch on a ragged groan. “Me inside you, filling your cunt up?”
She nods frantically, and I lean forward, bite her shoulder, licking the mark I leave behind. Wanting everyone to know she’s mine.
“I want to ruin you,” I grit out, thrusting rougher, harder. So motherfuckin’ deep until the bed frame rattles against the wall. I want to fuck away the sadness. The amnesia. Every bad thing that’s ever happened to her and to fill the spaces with nothing but this.
Me.
Us.
Nothing but the two of us.
I pump my hips as I grip her sides. My dirty girl meets me thrust for thrust, giving back as good as she’s getting. Fuck, she feels too damn good.
I let go of her hip long enough to find her swollen and pulsing clit. I massage in tight, rough circles, timing the motion to my thrusts. “Come on, sweetness. I want you to paint my cock.” I’m so damn close to shooting my damn load, but I want to make sure she gets hers first.
I keep my concentration on where our bodies meet as I piston into her, sweat slicking my arms and chest. Her hair, now damp with our sex, clings to my arm as I pinch and tweak her taut nipples.
Her whole body goes rigid. My name leaves her lips in a muffled cry that she screams into the pillow. There’s never been anything better than her shattering into a million pieces at my touch.
I’m nowhere near through with her.
I want to make her come again and again.
I roll onto my back, and she sinks back down onto me. “Ride me,” I order, giving her hip another squeeze, knowing I’ve probably left bruises shaped like my fingertips there.
Lacey circles her hips, bouncing on my thighs, working my dick like a pro at a porno rodeo.
Her breath hitches in her throat, coming out in breathy pants that let me know she’s about had enough.
