Page 11 of Break Out

I slid my hands up his taut arms. He had tattoos aplenty, and I couldn’t believe how attractive they were on him. A large tat on his chest looked like a grim reaper, but not quite. Rather than carry a scythe, the figure carried a strange looking sword. The art reminded me of an MC patch, but it didn’t have any script or rockers. No, he wasn’t an MC man -even if he had the energy and power to command a chapter.

His eyes were locked on mine and he seemed pleased watching me ogle his body and tattoos. With a heavy sigh, he lowered himself to me and kissed me.

I lost myself in this kiss, it was so good. Possibly the best ever, so I could only imagine what having sex with him would be like. And God, was I ever here for it. I lifted my hips, letting his cock rub through my slick folds.

He backed away. “Ah, ah, baby. Patience.”

Rather than kiss me again, he lowered his lips to my neck and gave me a nipping kiss. It caught me off-guard and I gave a slight hiss.

“Too much?” he asked against my shoulder.

“No, just… unexpected.”

I felt him smile against my skin. I liked that entirely too much. He dragged his lips down to my breasts, nipping at me along the way.

“Love this fuckin’ bra, baby.”

“I’m glad,” I breathed.

He pulled the cup down and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. Harder than anyone else had, and I realized he definitely knew what he was doing.

My hand cupped the back of his head. “Yes, Steel, don’t stop. That feels so freaking good.”

He chuckled and pulled away. Then he yanked down the other cup of my bra and lavished that breast with attention.

Need built inside me like never before, and I rocked my hips, wishing I had his cock, his fingers, anything.

He lifted his head with a grin. His eyes seemed to twinkle with mischief in the dim light. “Your tits are delicious. Gotta find out if your pussy is, too.”

Like a snake, he slithered down the bed, grabbing my thighs as he went. He shoved my legs up and over his shoulders. My body jerked like a live wire when he put his mouth on my pussy because he went right to the spot. He didn’t need any words from me, he knew a woman’s body.

My high pitched moan filled the room and I draped my arm over my mouth. He reached up and tweaked my nipple. “Oh, no, Simone. I want to hear you, and I don’t give a fuck who else hears you. Gonna make you come so fuckin’ hard, and I want to see it, hear it, and taste it.”

I grabbed his hand at my breast, bucked my hips and hissed, “Jesus! Your dirty talk is fucking hot, Steel.”

He chuckled and his fingers dug into my ass. “Thanks, baby, but I prefer doing over talking.”

The way he latched onto me, he proved that to be true. I couldn’t stop my orgasm if I tried. I ground my pussy into his face with abandon. His hands gripped my ass like a vice. There would be marks there, and I loved that. Everything about this had the potential to be addictive. I didn’t want to come down from this high.

After a moment, he lapped at me as if he were finished.

I had no shame. “Again.”

A full-fledged smile split his lips and my belly pitched. He was hot, no doubt, but when he smiled like that.

Fuck, yes.

He was everything any woman would want.

He bit my inner thigh and I squirmed. “Baby, it’s like you said downstairs. You’re gonna get exactly what you want, but my cock is fit to fuckin’ burst. Time to pound you into this bed and really make you scream.”

With my coyest grin, I asked, “You think so?”

He chuckled, planted his lips on my other thigh and sucked hard on my skin. His eyes slid to mine and my breathing picked up. He let go of me with a pop. “Yeah, woman. I know so.”

In a series of fluid movements, he shifted my legs off his shoulders, rose up on his knees, grabbed my ankles and flipped me to my belly again.

“On your knees, naughty girl.”

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