Page 59 of One Pucking Destiny

I slide my hand down her body until it’s between her legs. “What’s that?” I ask as I insert two fingers into her warmth.

She squirms beneath my touch, releasing a soft moan. “I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want to feel where you were tomorrow when we’re no longer together.”

“Fucking-A, Ari,” I groan, pressing my forehead to hers.

There aren’t sufficient words to explain how crazy she makes me, so I’ll have to show her with my body.

Removing my fingers from between her legs, I slide off the bed. Taking hold of her hips, I flip her over so her front is toward the mattress, and I pull her body down so her legs hang off onto the floor.

“Hands over your head.” She follows orders, spreading her arms out on the bed in front of her. “Don’t touch yourself until I tell you.”

Her response is a lust-filled whimper.

I spread her legs apart and slide into her hot opening. As I start to move, I smack her juicy ass, and the carnal sigh she releases sends goose bumps coursing through my body, all the way to my scalp. My girl likes it a little rough.

She’s my girl whether she wants to declare it or not. Tomorrow, when she still feels me between her legs, she’ll have to admit it. Now that I’ve had Ari, I don’t ever want anyone else.

Knees bent, I try to hit the angle that drives her mad. My fingers dig into her hips, pulling her body toward me, and I pump harder and faster. My skin glistens with sweat as I focus all my energy on making sure Ari feels the sensations from my movements throughout her body. Every few seconds, my palmsmacks against the soft skin of her ass, now rosy with the prints of my hand. Every time, she moans louder, pushing me closer to release.

“Put your face into the bed, babe,” I groan. “You’re going to wake up the whole damn house.”

She complies as I thrust into her again with a smack of her ass. She releases a cry of pleasure, this time muted by the comforter atop the mattress.

I move inside her until I can’t hold off my release another second. Wrapping my hand around her hip to her front, I rub her clit until we’re exploding together—her body drawing every last drop out of me.

Pulling out of her, I fall to the bed as we catch our breaths. She rolls over so she’s on her back and lays next to me.

“How was that?” I take her hand and thread my fingers through hers.

“So good.” She sighs dreamily. “I can’t wait to go again.”

I chuckle. “Well, give me a few minutes.”

She squeezes my hand in response.

“You know.” I pull her hand to my mouth and kiss it. “If you hadn’t blown me off all week, we wouldn’t have to fit a week’s worth of fucking into one night.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to question my choices.”

Her answer makes me smile.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-TWO

ARI

“Oh my gosh!” I look at Dr. Pedlow and suppress a laugh as I pull off the reinforced Kevlar gloves that cover all the way to my elbows with a tug. “Sir Whiskers is a nightmare.”

Sir Whiskers and his owner have left the exam room, but I remain, needing to get my bearings. I’ve never met such an angry cat in my life.

Dr. Pedlow shakes her head. “I’ve been Sir Whisker’s vet since he was a kitten, and he has always been an asshole.”

“He’s savage. I’m pretty sure he’d kill me if he could.”

“Oh, I have no doubt.” She nods. “His ownerswears he’s as sweet as can be at home, but somehow, I doubt it.”

I raise a brow. “Did you see the scratches on her hands? I think he gives her a run for her money. I’m sure he’s worse with us, but there is no way he’s this little docile thing at home.”

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