Wait. What the fuck is that on the ceiling?
“Tate?”
He’s climbed on top of me and is dropping kisses generously along the column of my neck but his head pops up at my questioning tone.
He’s grinning at me. He already knows what I’m about to ask.
“You didn’t.” My eyes roll again, this time without me even telling them to.
“Stick your favorite vibrator on my ceiling? I did.” He looks so fucking pleased with himself.
“You’re a glutton for punishment, Tate Myers. That just means you’re going to have to work even harder.”
He shrugs, scooching his body down mine. “Put me to work in the Queendom, She Devil.”
“It’s not going to eat itself, Satan.”
It’s the first glimmer of my man, the real Tate that I’ve seen in a couple months, but it’s everything I need to refill my well of hope. He’s going to pull through and come out on the other side.
CHAPTER 45
Tate
She’s fucking magnificent.
What she doesn’t know is I picked up a new toy this morning, too. One of the guys has been talking about this thing that damn near sucks the soul out of his girl’s body and makes her squirt like the Bellagio fountains in Vegas.
But right now, none of that matters. She’s writhing on my clean, soft sheets, her hips wiggling as she breathes heavily, clutching the bed on either side of her half naked body.
She smells of cider and popcorn, and her beautiful hair spills over my pillow like a goddamn goddess.
“You know.” My hands skim up the outsides of her thighs, pulling my jersey up over her waist. “I’ve waited what feels like forever to see you in my shirt.”
“Yeah? Was it worth the wait?”
I smack her pussy with my iron-hard cock. “You tell me.” I don’t let her answer before ramming my dick inside her, making her moan. “Tell me who you belong to, Pitstop.” Driving into her harder with each stroke makes my balls swell. I’m not going to last long. Thankfully, I just gave my girl back-to-back orgasms with my tongue, so it’s not like she’s gotta wait to get hers.
Not sure how I fucking lasted this long to be inside her. It’s all I’ve wanted all day. From the moment I woke up my dick’s been ramrod straight like a fucking homing beacon.
When I saw her at the glass in my shirt, that was it.
My hips piston harder and harder, balls slapping against her skin as she arches her chest toward me. I love that she’s already come twice, and instead of rolling over and going to sleep, she’s still hungry, horny, and so fucking wet for me.
When her fingernails pierce the skin on my shoulders, the sharp bite of pain draws a wild sound out of my body.
“If you’re a good boy I’ll let you flip me onto my stomach and fuck me while staring at your name across my shoulders.” Her smirk makes my dick twitch. “But you gotta come first.”
She doesn’t need to tell me twice. I hold onto her hips like I’m on a rollercoaster ride without a seatbelt, pounding into her as sweat trickles down my face and neck, and let go on a roar that would make jungle lions proud.
The way her pussy tightens around me, clutching my dick like she needs me to breathe makes me come even harder. I’ve never come so hard I feel dizzy, until today. Fuck. There’s no time to catch my breath because my girl squeezes me so fucking tight I might come all over again.
Her velvety soft, slick, hot walls tense around me, micro flutters flickering, driving me wild.
Without a word, she starts rolling onto her stomach. My half-mast dick slips from her, leaving a thick trail of cum dangling from her body onto the bed. It’s so fucking hot. Seeing my cum leaking from her, knowing she’s mine, lying there in my jersey.
Christ. It makes me want to thump my chest and roar again.
When she pops her hips, lifting her ass off the bed as she gets on her knees, my dick starts to wake up again, so I dry hump her ass staring at the word Myers stitched across her back.
