Page 35 of The First Spark

Without a doubt, the most amazing mouth on the planet.

I wind my hand in her hair, meeting her sexually heated gaze. “You like my cock, don’t you?”

Ori hums out her response, her fingers tightening against my skin while her tongue continues to work me over.

No way can I hold out much longer, and I need to be inside her. Need to feel that warmth surround me and threaten to drown me whole.

With a grunt, I step back from her oh-so-talented mouth, pulling her up from her knees. I guide her to the couch, easing her down into the cushions before reaching for a condom from my wallet. Rolling it down my length, I spread her legs wide, positioning myself to claim her.

“I was hoping you had one of those,” Ori murmurs, scratching her fingers against my scalp as I slide my shaft through her wetness.

“Somehow, I doubt it would have stopped us.”

I always practice safe sex.Always.But with Oriana, throwing caution to the wind is a very tempting proposition.

With a huffed breath, I fill her, moans escaping us both as I bury myself to the hilt.

How does she feel so damn good?

So damn right?

Squelching these thoughts, I focus instead on her beauty, her hips meeting my every thrust, her face awash with the same passion I know lines my face.

“You are so tight,” I mutter, gritting my teeth against the building sensation.

She squeezes her sweet pussy around me, damn nearcausing me to lose my last vestiges of control. “We’re a perfect fit.”

“Fuck yes, we are.”

Ori continues milking my cock as I plow into her, both of us intent on driving the other mad with lust.

With a strangled cry, I explode, my vision going black. Beneath me, Oriana rides out her own orgasm, her cries echoing off the concrete walls.

I roll to one side, desperate to catch my breath after the greatest lay of my life.

Glancing into her face, I run a hand over my beard. “I think you’ve ruined me.”

She raises up on one elbow, pressing kisses to my chest. “Will you forgive me if I promise to do it again and again?”

I chuckle before claiming her delightfully dirty mouth.

What a night this turned out to be.

Here I thought Oriana was my nemesis.

Turns out she’s a dream come true. A very,verywet dream.

The truth hits like a sledgehammer, but I will the thought away before it can set up permanent camp in my brain.

I never hated Oriana. I hated she didn’t feel for me what I felt for her the moment I saw her.

Now, I have a million feelings. Feelings I haven’t allowed myself in over a decade.

Feelings Ican’tallow myself, no matter how perfect a fit Oriana and I are.

Time to rein in these overwhelming emotions.

Christ, I have women throw themselves at me on the daily and have zero issue holding them—or my libido—at bay.

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