Page 53 of Torn Between Two Worlds

Again, the disbelief, it had been so long. How could he not blame her for thinking it was a trick. He did his best to control his overwhelming urge to pound into her, showing her just how much it was him.

“Yes. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But I need you, it's been too long.”

A tear slipped down her cheek, and she smiled. Nodding her head, she undid her zipper and peeled herself out of her pants. His cock went rock hard, and he palmed himself. Stroking his length and groaning as she pulled off her panties before he covered her body with his. Her breasts brushed against his chest, and he felt her nipples pebble at the contact. Letting his hands touch, explore and relive every curve of her body, he traced them up and down her, leaving nothing untouched.

With a grunt, he pulled her body tighter against his, his erection hot and hard between them. Leaning up, she kissed the top of his ear before tugging on it slightly with her teeth and running her tongue down his neck. He growled his appreciation, and she ground her body into his, her own moan filling the room. Moving his body up hers, he let his erection brush her core, already wet and ready for him.

He captured her lips in a hungry kiss before pulling away. “I need to taste you.”

He tugged her upright and leaned her against the wall, sitting, legs spread wide so he could see her fully before he tasted her. He didn't tease her, just dipped his head between her legs and licked a stroke across her clit. Her body arched, and her hands ran through his hair. She cried out as his tongue entered her and his thumb stroked her.

In and out, his tongue worked her core. He groaned against her, the taste was pure sugar to him as he sucked and licked. Her hips rocked against his mouth, and he grabbed her hips, locking her into place as he devoured her. He grinned into her pussy as her release rocked through her. His tongue continued to lap across her folds until her convulsing stopped.

“Stryder.” Breathless was never sexier on anyone. She leaned off the wall and pushed on his chest, forcing him to lay back.

He growled slightly as she took control, but played along, wanting to know what she was going to do. Without another word, she straddled his body, took his hard, hot shaft in her hands and pushed down without hesitation. His groan was full of pleasure. He reached up and gripped her hips, pulling her down to him and setting their pace. Running her hands over her breasts, she pumped up and down on his shaft.

Moans and whimpers were intermixed with the sound of their bodies slapping together. Her body still pulsed from her release as she took him deep inside with every thrust. Pulling herself completely off him, she ran her hand down his shaft, pumping him as his hand found her core and two fingers pushed their way inside of her.

Little vixen wanted to play with him, he would play with her.

“I had thought to punish you for leaving me for so long. For making me doubt everything.” She swatted his hand away and grinned at him. Her hair fanned out over his stomach as she licked across the head of his tip, his hips bucking off the bed.

“Sweetheart.”

He ground his teeth together as she wrapped her lips around the head of his dick and rolled her tongue around just the head. His body jerked, and he growled, wanting her to take him all the way in and pay attention to his full length. She stopped assaulting him with her wicked tongue just before she swallowed the head of his dick, and let her mouth slide down him, taking him all in. He could feel her making shallow swallowing motions, and he fisted the sheets. Her mouth continued working him for a little longer before he stopped her.

“Enough,” his voice was gravelly, not with his demon, but with lust.

She had the nerve to grin down at him as she straddled her body over his again and sank down on him. She moved slowly up and down his erection, causing his teeth to grind. He wanted to flip her over and fuck her until she screamed and bite her shoulder for good measure. However, she was right, he'd left her for too long, and he would let her control them for the time being.

His body thrust upwards to meet hers, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Her hands trailed up the side of her body as she rode him. Her fingers encircled her already pebbled nipples and pinched them both, moaning in pleasure at the sensation. He cursed and forced her hands off her breasts, playing with them himself before wrapping his tongue around one nipple and massaging the other with his hand. She was wanton, and he loved it. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and he smirked, knowing she was enjoying this.

He pulled his mouth off her nipple and went back to massaging them both as he looked up at her. She ran her hands up to her hair and sighed his name as she began to roll her hips and thrust down on him. She pulled her hips up enough each time, so his thick cock dragged across her clit. The shudders from the pleasure caused her core to clench around his length, and he knew her orgasm was building from her torture just as quickly as his was.

She rolled her hips once, twice and moaned. He slammed harder up into her, drawing out her pleasure. He sat up, and his lips found the place where her shoulder met her neck and he bit. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to mark her. The buck of her hips had him do it again to the other side, relishing in continuing to please her. She leaned forward, and he was sliding into her at a different angle. Her legs wrapped harder around him, and he grabbed her ass, digging his fingers in and guiding her thrusts. Carefully, he rolled her underneath him. His eyes locked with hers, and the look they shared was mirrored lust.

He changed his strokes then, from shallow and fast to slow and long. He tipped Ciara’s head down between their bodies so she could watch. He watched and knew that the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her body was what was causing her to arch against him. Her nails raked down his back as he continued to thrust in and out of her body, her eyes never leaving his cock as it came and went in between her folds. The sight drove him mad with need. When his thrusts sped up, he went deep, and his balls slapped between their bodies. He titled her chin up and nodded at her, he felt her body let go. Her release struck her as she cried out his name, and her body milked his shaft, pushing him over the edge with her. His fingers bit into her ass, marking her as his there as well.

Collapsing as little of his weight onto her as he could, he claimed her mouth again. When he pulled back, both of them were breathing hard. Pulling from her body, he rolled off her and lay next to her, sprawled out, his body fucking humming from their sex.

It was then or never. He'd had all the confirmation he needed. He sat up and took her hand in his, and suddenly, he felt as if he had swallowed rocks. He'd felt a lot of things in his life, but never nervous until that day. That alone spurred him forward. He was not going to be some pansy ass male.

“Ciara?”

She opened her eyes and smiled at him, the sight making him smile in return. She sat up and faced him as he touched her chin.

“I know I've ruined your life. I stole your best friend, I made you question your feelings on everything, and I think I've pissed you off so many times I'm surprised you haven't gone on a killing spree.”

She chuckled and opened her mouth to say something.

“Not yet, in just one second.”

He climbed over her in the bed and grabbed the box out of his pants on the floor. Handing it to her, he went to one knee on her ugly carpet. “Marry me. Just say yes, and we can figure out the how, when you're twenty-seven.”

She stared at him, her mouth was set in a firm line, and she looked as if she was having an internal battle with herself over something. She hadn't even opened the box. She was gripping it, her knuckles white.

Her voice shaky and her eyes laced with concern, she began, “Stryder I—”

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