“What do you feel?”
“Your piercing, brushing against my G-spot, every—ah!—every time you move. Oh God.”
Her perfect peach ass is pink from my slaps, and she tightens around me again.
“Please. God, I have to come. I can’t—Oh fuck, please.”
“You’re such a good girl for asking me first.” I press my hand to her low back, right over the top of her crack, and brush my thumb over her puckered hole, and she gasps as her whole body tightens. “Come for me, Savage. Make a fucking mess out of my cock.”
She fuckingexplodes. She screams, her muscles tense and shiver around my dick, and fuck if she doesn’t pull my own climax right out of me, milking every last drop from my balls and into the condom.
I can’t stop rocking into her, even after she collapses against the mattress. I don’t want to pull out.
I don’t want to pull away from her.
So I stay, kissing across her shoulders, rocking my hips back and forth, until my arms start to shake and I have to roll to the side and catch my breath.
“Well, that was fun,” she says, watching me. “I’ll order an Uber.”
“Like hell.” I shake my head and lean over to kiss her cheek. “I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to get us something to drink, and then I’m going to fuck you some more.”
She doesn’t let any emotion show on her face at all, and I wonder what she’s thinking. But before I can ask, she says, “Water works for me.”
After pressing one more kiss to her forehead—Christ, I’ve never been this affectionate—I stand from the bed and pad naked downstairs.
I think I just met my soulmate.
Four
VIOLET
I’d love to lie here and relive every second of the best sex of my life, but I can’t because now the guilt is setting in. Yes, in theory, it’s okay to do something for myself, but I’m supposed to be finding my sister, not having earth-shattering sex. I need to dosomethingthat might help me find her.
I scramble up and rush over to where my bag landed in a deep black leather chair, and rifle through the contents until I find what I’m looking for. Palming the little plastic bag, I rush back to the bed and climb under the covers.
I can hear him coming down the hall, and I try to steady my breathing.
He’s still gloriously naked, and I don’t bother to hide my perusal of his impressive form. He’s strong, and the wordmuscularreally does him a disservice because he’s ...muscular. His abs should have songs written about them. That deep V in his hips that leads to his gorgeous dick is what spicy dreams are made of.
And that piercing? Well, if this were a different universe, it could be my new best friend.
“Keep eating me with your eyes like that, and I’ll?—”
“You’ll what?” I accept the glass of water and take a sip, eyeing him. “Fuck me again? You already promised to do that.”
His lips twitch as he sips his whiskey—I assume that’s what the brown liquid is—and then he sets it on the bedside table.
“I don’t usually like a smart mouth,” he admits.
“I don’t usually like bossy men,” I counter and offer him a sweet smile that has him laughing and shaking his head.
“Are you okay?” He asks me.
“A little messy, but otherwise I’m great.”
His brows pinch together in a frown, and then he turns to stride into the bathroom, and I jump into action.
I open the little bag in my hand and pour some of the powder in his drink.
