Page 65 of Tamed By You

“Gabs gone hard again on the liquor,” I chuckle.

“She's a nightmare. She has three drinks, and she's gone,” Ali says, looking at her with concern in her eyes. “Someone really needs to teach this girl her limits. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve carried her home.”

“I’m sure you could teach her.” I wink.

Brad deadpans, “Anyway…” his tone grows lower, “I’m sure you two want some time to do whatever the fuck it is you’ve been doing. I’ll babysit the princess.”

“Are you sure?” Ali asks hesitantly. “She usually vomits when she’s been drinking. You sure you can deal with that?”

“Oh, I’m aware. Remember Vegas? It won't be the first time I’ve held her hair back. I’ve got her.”

Ali plants a kiss on his cheek. “You're the best.”

“I owe you brother,” I add gratefully.

“Oh, you do. More than you know.” I give him a grin and lean to whisper in Ali’s ear.

“My suite, five minutes. I'll go, then you follow.” She nods, and I notice goosebumps scattering across her skin and her nipples hardening behind the thin material of her dress.

I say my goodbyes to everyone and excuse myself. Stepping out into the vast white hallway of the hotel, I head to the elevator, hitting the button for my floor. Excitement thrumming through me at the idea of finally being alone with Ali for the night.

The door pings and I stride so quickly I’m almost running to my hotel room.

Calm down, man. You’re not a horny fifteen-year-old.

I enter my suite and throw my room key on the entry table and kick off my shoes. Walking to the bedroom, I take off my jacket and undo my bowtie.

There is a four-poster bed that looks fit for a king.

I begin to undo my shirt when I hear a faint knock on the door. I race to open it with such an urgency I could rip it off its hinges. There she stands looking as stunning as she did at the beginning of the day, clutching her shoes in one hand. I bend down and scoop her up, throwing her over my shoulder. She lets out an excited squeal as I close the door and she drops her heels to the ground.

“Put me down,” she giggles, and I give her ass a light slap.

I pick up speed and begin to run into the bedroom.

“Harry,” she squeals, her voice light and airy. I toss her on to the bed and she bounces, as she lets out a deep belly laugh. I can’t help but laugh along with her because the sound is infectious. I dive on her and she squeals again.

“I've wanted to do this all day,” I say, closing the gap between us and pressing my lips to hers.

“Me too,” she murmurs between kisses. She pushes against me, and I know that she wants to be on top. I’ve noticed she needs that control, and I will gladly give it to her.

I roll us and she breaks the kiss, straddling me. My fingers weave into her hair, dragging her down so our lips can meet again. Her hands trail down my chest, unhooking the buttons on my shirt. Her fingers tracing over the outline of my military tattoo.

“I like this,” she tells me as she continues to smooth her finger over my inked skin. My tattoos are special to me. It’s a mixture of the Marine Corps symbol, a compass, the Helmand Province map, and a star for Scotty. After we lost him, Jack, Brad, Noah and I all got a tattoo. It made us feel like we had a part of him with us. I squeeze my eyes shut, needing to block out the memory of that day in Afghanistan and the events that followed because it’s just too painful. Instead, I focus on the stunning woman straddling my lap and get lost in her touch.

I watch in fascination as she leans down and presses a kiss over my heart where the star is, then continues open mouth kisses over every tattoo. Every caress searing into my skin. It's the most intimate we've ever been. I feel more exposed than I ever have but I don't even care. I want to bear it all to her.

She reaches for the button on my pants and tugs, pulling them down and freeing my erect cock she looks up at me throughhooded eyes and licks her lips, and my dick twitches, pre cum leaking from the tip.

Jesus, I'm not going to last a minute here.

Her hot tongue swipes across my tip, lapping up the pre cum and I groan. She wastes no time in taking all of me into her mouth and sucks me hard, hollowing out her cheeks, then coming all the way up and swirling her tongue and flicking the tip, making my body jolt in pleasure. It’s already taking every bit of effort not to come.

“Fuck, baby, you keep doing that and I’m gonna shoot my load down your pretty little throat.”

She moans softly at my words, taking me so deep I hit the back of her throat, but she doesn’t stop, I feel her open up and relax as she continues, her perfect lips wrapping around my cock. I fight to keep my eyes focused on her, not wanting to miss a second, but so lost in this pleasure she is giving me, it’s hard to keep them open. I take her hair into my hand so I can watch as her eyes flutter shut, and I gasp in pleasure as she lightly grazes her teeth along my hard length. It is an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain and I welcome it, moving my hips and thrusts deeper into her mouth needing more. Her hand cups my balls, giving them a little squeeze, and I nearly catapult off the bed.

“Fuck, Ali baby, what are you doing to me?” I say, my voice ragged.

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