Page 29 of Finding Hope

Lifting her, kissing, groping, laughing, and tripping, we make our way down the hall and into my room.

As soon as my naked shins touch the foot of my bed, I toss her down and smile at her flying hair and playful laughter.

Angrily, Annie’s eyes meet mine in the dark, and when she saunters out of the room on three legs, I know she’s going to punish me tomorrow.

That’s a problem for future me. Right now, I have a beautiful woman in my bed, and her eyes are on my cock.

Kicking my shoes off and pushing my pants to the floor, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the end of my bed.

Each second I stand over her, each article of clothing I toss aside, her smile grows larger.

Arrogantly, I stand tall and pull my shoulders back. “You like what you see, Bambie?”

Nodding, she bites her bottom lip. “I’m not shy. Idefinitelylike what I see.” Sitting up and shuffling to the end of my bed, she opens her legs so I stand between. Bringing her hands up, she trails them, feather soft, along my abs, my chest, then traces my ink. “You have a nice body, Jack. Onlysomeone who worked really hard for it has a body like yours. I’m not complaining.”

Smiling, I lean forward and push her down until she lies flat and our lips reconnect. Like ecstasy in my blood, my bare dick brushes against her naked pussy and makes me weak.

Soon.

So fucking soon.

I’m not stupid enough to go bareback with a girl from the club, but fuck, just thinking about it has my blood running warmer.

Feathering kisses along her silky skin, I move over her shoulders, her collarbone, her chest. Finally taking her pierced nipple between my lips, I close my eyes and savor the sound of her cries.

Suckling one, and kneading the other, I grind my hips against the bed and pray I don’t come any time in the next four hours.

I wanna make this shit last.

“Oh my God,” she pants. “That feels so good.”

“Mmm.” I switch nipples. “Why’d you only pierce one?”

Dazed, confused, she looks down at me. “Huh?”

“Why only one nipple piercing?”

“Oh.” She drops her head back. “Cause it hurt.”

Now it’s my turn to be confused. “Huh?”

“I was gonna get them both done. But seriously, he did that first bitch, and I was ready to rip his face off.” She giggles. “It hurt so fucking much. He was readying to do the second; I hauled ass outta there like it was on fire.”

Laughing, I trail my fingers down until I find her clit. “When did you get this done?”

“About a year ago.” Moaning, she grinds and chases my touch.

“Before or after your tit.”

“After.”

Stopping, my eyes snap to hers. “Your tit hurt so much, you said no fucking way, but then you get the bright idea to try that pain on your clit… Did you spend long thinking that through?”

Giggling, she tugs my hair and sends a bolt of electricity to my dick. “Believe it or not, I did. I don’t do much of anything without thinking it through.”

“You’re braver than me, Bambie.”

Flexing her biceps, she looks down at me with a double chin and a beautiful grin. “I’ve got guns, Jack. I’m brave.”

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