Page 37 of The Hitman's Secret Love Child

A yelp of surprise and yearning escaped me. After gently tugging at my pussy lips with his teeth he went back to my clit; his tongue lashed out again, but this time I bit down to keep from crying out. His tongue began whipping at my clit faster and with a little more pressure, making my entire body vibrate with need. I had to fist the blankets beneath me to keep from forcing him up my body.

My pelvis rocked against his mouth as he slipped first one and then a second finger into me, stroking my inner wall as I brought myself raising higher and higher until I felt like my body was going to explode from the pleasure.

I couldn’t take any more of this torture! I was just in the process of reaching down to pull him up to me – hell, I’d drag him by the ears if I had to – when a wave of pleasure so intense rushed through me, from the top of my head to the tip of my toes, that I screamed out loud, my body going still. All tension escaped me and I was in pure bliss, my juices greeting his greedy lips and tongue.

I lay back panting, unaware that Constantine had slipped from the bed and removed his boxer briefs. It wasn’t until I felt his weight on the bed and felt him settling himself between my parted legs that I finally opened my eyes again. Opening my eyes, my gaze locked onto his brilliant lust-filled blue eyes. Something within me broke open and if he hadn’t lowered his lips to mine he would have seen the tears well up in my eyes. I was grateful he hadn’t.

I moaned against his lips as he shifted between my legs until his cock was nestled between my pussy lips. He began to rock against me, his dick sliding back and forth along my length, rubbing my still swollen clit with each movement.

God, I was going to climax again and he hadn’t even penetrated me!

Constantine lifted his lips from mine and stared down at me, one hand planted at the side of my head, and he traced the line of my jaw and then my lower lip with the index finger of his other hand. “I’ve never needed anyone so badly, Robyn.”

I swallowed hard, mustering up my ability to speak. “Then what are you waiting for?”

He pressed the head of his dick at my entrance and I waited for the glorious feeling of the initial thrust. He pressed in, just a tad, not fully breaching and driving me nearly insane from the anticipation.

“You’re killing me,” I groaned, attempting to buck up and impale myself on his shaft. He held back. Jesus, what man held off when he had a woman under him, begging to be fucked? The need was becoming unbearable.

He chuckled, a deep throaty chuckle. Dammit, even his laugh turned me on. “I want to hear you beg me.” He pressed in just a smidge more, then immediately pulled away.

I wanted to deny him. Maybe I was weak, but I didn’t care. Staring up into his eyes, I knew he wasn’t going to break, it was either do as he wanted or remain in this agony. I wasn’t going to win this battle of wills.

“Please. God, Constantine, please. I need you.”

“How bad?”

A shiver rocked down my spine and the throbbing between my legs intensified. “Please, God, please, I need you.”

His grin disappeared and his lips came crashing down on mine as he drove his cock deep within me, balls deep. I screamed out against his lips, grabbing onto his shoulders and digging my nails into his flesh, making deep crescent shapes in the muscle. Slowing pulling back until he was barely breaching my entrance, Constantine slammed back in while deepening the kiss.

The pleasure, oh my god, he felt divine within me, his dick stretching me to my limits. He removed his lips from mine as he pulled out and slammed into me again, pushing me up the mattress an inch.

His gaze caught mine as he began to move with me, in and out, over and over, the head of his cock stroking my g-spot with each inward thrust and rapidly sending me up the mount of my desire, destined for the crest way too soon.

“So, so, sooo good. Const… pleassssse…” I panted, barely able to keep catch of my breath.

“Oh yea, baby.” The heat, the raw feral desire blazed within his eyes.

I trembled under his hard body just seeing the heat within his gaze. “Mmmm.”

“You feel so damned good. So tight. Perfect.” His hand grasped my hair and yanked my head back, his mouth going to my neck and biting, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tilted my pelvis and thrust up as he slammed down into me, meeting his thrust with my own, our bodies rocking in unison.

Higher and higher. I screamed out loud, my back arching, basking in the pleasure we were sharing. It had been a long time since we’d been together, but there was no awkwardness, just familiarity. It was like time had wound back and we’d never parted.

“So close, oh god!” My body stiffened as it prepared for release. I released his shoulders, placing my hands above my head and grasping tightly to the rungs of the headboard.

His lips moved to just below my earlobe and I could feel his breath on my ear. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock,” he commanded me, in a low, deep rasp.

His demanding voice sent me spiraling over the summit of my desire. “Yesssss.” I felt spent, my mind blanking out as I basked in the wave of pleasure that was consuming me. Relaxing my legs from around him, the tension drained from me and I felt like a limp ragdoll beneath him.

But he wasn’t about to allow me to relax. In one swift motion, he flipped onto his back, taking me with him, our connected bodies not parting from the movement. I squealed from the surprise then lay panting on his chest.

Opening my eyes I stared down at him, the presence of his thick, throbbing cock sending a surge of yearning through me again, reigniting my arousal. God, I needed him again.

Constantine cupped the side of my face in his large hand. “Make me come, baby.”

My heart rate accelerated and my body was set into motion, slowly moving up and down on him, my hips rotating in a circular motion with each downward movement. Sitting up fully on him with my hair cascading down my back, I didn’t think, I just felt. As I developed a rhythm, Constantine moving with me, bucking up as I slammed down onto him, he slowly slid his hands up my torso until he was palming my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingertips. His fingers tightened on my nipples, pinching them almost painfully tight, but the shot of pain only increased the pleasure within me, making my body tremble and sending me over the edge once more.

“Oh sweet Jesus, baby!” he groaned, his hands dropping from my breasts to grab onto my hips, pulling me down onto him just as his dick thickened and then released, filling my quivering core with his seed.

Exhausted, yet more satisfied than I think I’ve ever been in my life, I fell forward, catching myself with a hand on either side of his head to keep from winding him from the fall. I lay still on him, my head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat, enjoying the feeling of his depleted dick resting deep within me.

When I looked up at Constantine, it felt like time was being rewound and it was prom night again and all the feels I’d felt for him back then came crashing down on me. “Constantine –”

“Mommy!” Austin’s voice cut into what I was about to say, even though I really didn’t know what I was going to say myself. When neither of us answered straight away, Austin’s voice called out again, this time a little closer.

Reality shattered the fantasy I’d allowed myself to indulge in. “I gotta go.”

He smiled. “Sure.”

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