Page 71 of Bullet

She pinches my nipple in retribution, then rolls her tongue over the sting. “I disagree.”

She explores my chest with her lips like I explored her yesterday, kissing every small scar, every ridged muscle, savoring me until I’m shuddering, my cock steel hard and soaking my boxers.

When I can’t take the torture and need to do something to be inside her, I tangle my hand in her hair, jerking her head up playfully, so that it only stings a little. She gasps, the black eating her whiskey eyes. She surges forward and our mouths clash. Her purrs and whimpers are sweet as I eat them straight from her mouth, gliding my tongue over hers.

She’s dark sugar and sweet spice, and at the back of my tongue, the salt she just licked off my skin. I groan like an animal, the sound dampened by her lips.

Her chest heaves, breasts mashing against my chest, her nipples hard through her sweater. I don’t know if she has anything on underneath, but there’s definitely no bra.

I glide my hand over the orb and bring it to her neck to rest it there in a light collar. She moans, kissing me harder as I press my fingers to her thrashing pulse. She likes the illusion of giving up control, even just for a few seconds, putting her trust in myhands. It’s the highest honor anyone has ever given me, and I will only ever give her pleasure in return.

“I want to worship you, Lynette George,” I breathe, tearing my mouth from hers and kissing along her jawline so I can suck her earlobe into my mouth.

“I thought we were on a first name basis, Hamish Bullet Aberdeen.”

The sound of my name has never been so lovely. I hated it growing up, caught so much shit for it, the brunt of every asshole joke until I silenced my tormentors with my fists. It’s never been a cause for peace or desire until now.

I plant one hand on her lower back and guide us around. She locks her legs around my waist, bumping her pelvis against my cock lightly, and then working her hand between us to cup me blatantly through my boxers.

“I did have a mind to take my time with you.”

“Please don’t.” She squeezes my length, trying to pull me through the hole in my tight black boxers.

I wrench myself downward, out of her grasp, hissing as her hand pulls away from my shaft. I kneel on the bed and pretty much tear her leggings off. She has no panties on beneath. She’s smooth and bare, gorgeous and glistening pink when I part her and give her my mouth.

Her legs fall open as her back arches. That muffin was a sweet treat, a precursor to her even sweeter pussy. I glide my tongue along her slit before latching my mouth to her core and thrusting it straight inside her.

“Bullet!” she yelps loudly, wriggling her hips to try and make me fill her again.

She’s so much more relaxed here than she was in the field. I should have used common sense, but it seemed sexy in my head. Risqué. That added threat of being caught, and the freedom of loving her under a black sky without beginning or end, was something I thought she’d enjoy. It’s not that she didn’t. Until that fox scream, she was into it.

She’s just easier now, but maybe that’s also because we just spent the night curled up on the couch together, and then sleeping side by side. There was no sex, but the intimacy and tenderness were special. It’s also made me starved for her the way I was before I took her out to that field last night.

I run my tongue over her folds, caressing her silky skin. She whimpers, clawing at my hair. I give her just a little of what I know she needs, flattening my palm and cupping her pussy, pressing the heel of my hand into her clit.

She gasps, cursing something soft under her breath.

“You want my fingers, don’t you, Lynette?”

“I want your cock,” she sasses back. “I want you inside me now.”

The only way to control my ravening hunger and keep my dick in my boxers for a few more seconds is to feast on her pussy. I give her my tongue, thrusting it inside her over and over before I bring two fingers to her entrance. I push inside slowly. Her walls clench around those digits, spasming hard. I latch my mouth to her clit while I fuck her in slow strokes, circling her with my tongue, winding her up before I let her crash down.

“Bullet. It’s so good.”

I want to keep going, but that feeling is back. I’m going to die if I’m not buried to the hilt inside her.

I let her chase her high for just a few more seconds before I pull away. I wrench my boxers off and wrap my huge hands around her hips. Her skin is so creamy and pure, so much paler than my tanned hands. I love seeing them on her body as I turn her over, helping her onto her hands and knees.

“I want to bedeepinside you.“ My dick is so hard it’s standing vertical. I grasp it and run my hand down my shaft, slicking my fingers over the swollen head. The sensation of my own touch shudders through me.

She looks over her shoulder, eyes blown out, breathing raggedly. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking beautiful,” she whispers, awed as she rakes her eyes down me fully. This is the first time I’ve been totally naked in front of her.

I might work out, and I’m proud that my body is healthy and a well-oiled machine that is strong and capable, but when she looks at me, she sees more.

“You’re gonna make me blush.”

She laughs. “Good. It’ll make up for all the times you’ve made my face feel like it’s an inferno.”

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