Page 17 of Kissed and Missed

I groan, my cock pulsing at the thought of Honor laying alone in her bed, rubbing her clit to thoughts of me. “You’re going to need to show me what that looks like soon.”

Not today, though.

Today is for taking the woman of my dreams, for fucking her so good, she’ll happily spread her pretty legs for me whenever I ask. I want her as addicted to me as I am to her, because after only a few minutes, it’s become clear that the obsession I’ve experienced since she left California was just scratching the surface of this.

Sitting back on my heels, I fist the waistband of her panties, ripping them down her legs and off in seconds. Taking the hint, Honor arches her back, reaching behind herself to undo the clasp, leaving her naked beneath me. My eyes roam greedily over every exposed inch, and I can barely fucking breathe for how gorgeous she is.

My cock leaps as I lower my hand to the soft, bare skin of her pussy, tracing her slit with my thumb, making her buck and gasp.

“Julian,” she begs, her chest heaving. “Please just fuck me.”

I guide two fingers through her slit, hissing when I feel for myself just how drenched she is, and stare between us as I part the lips of her pussy, holding them open as I fist the base of my cock, guiding the head to rest against her tight entrance.

I want to fucking see this.

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HONOR

“Are you sure?”

I blink up at Julian, who has torn his gaze away from his dick and my pussy to meet my eyes. His expression is grave, as if he’s truly worried I might not be positive about any of this. As if I wouldn’t cry with frustration if he stopped this now. As if I’m not naked and sprawled out across the hotel bed, my legs spread wide, with this incredible, handsome, brilliant man who I really, truly believed I would never have, looking down at me like he wants to eat me alive.

He’s holding back and trying to be a gentleman. I don’t want him to, though.

“Julian,” I plead, all dignity forgotten in my desperation. “Yes! I’m sure! Please,just fuck me.”

A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from his chest as his dark gaze bores into mine, his sudden apprehension vanishing as quickly as it came. “Yeah? You want it now?”

The amused, slightly cocky tone of his voice somehow makes me wetter. “Please,” I echo with a weak cry, and thankfully, he isn’t going to make me wait. “I need it.” My heart is pounding.Weeks of touching myself, wishing it was Julian’s hands instead of my own, has driven me to the brink.

There’s very little I wouldn’t let him do to me right now.

Lowering himself over me, Julian claims my lips in a kiss that makes me dizzy with need. Or maybe it’s just feeling the pressure of his thick cock pressing insistently against my entrance.

My fingers tangle in his hair, tightening as he presses forward, gliding smoothly into my slick channel in one long, unforgiving thrust. There’s no waiting for me to adjust to his size, or teasing. He just goes for it and swallows my cry of surprise with a groan of pleasure.

“Fuck—” I whimper, throwing my head back as Julian moves, pulsing barely an inch, in and out, in and out, andgod, he’s so big. My body has to stretch to accommodate him, and it’s such a turn-on, knowing he’s claiming me in a way no one has before. I’m not a virgin, obviously, but everything about sex with Julian feels like uncharted territory.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Julian groans against my skin, and I can tell by the tension held in his muscles that he’s struggling to hold back. Wetness floods his dick at his words, and he grunts in approval. “You like it when I tell you how good this fucking pussy feels?”

“Apparently,” I giggle, lifting my legs higher around his waist, allowing him deeper.

We both moan, and the next little pulse of his cock is harder and more insistent. I like it. A lot. Julian’s gaze is boring into mine, his jaw tight as he catalogs my every reaction, studying me. “Can I go hard?”

My tightened nipples brush his chest, and the tiny contact makes me moan, arching my back for more as arousal floods his cock, evidence of just how much I want it like that. “Yes,” I pant, “please?—”

I’ve barely given him my consent before the tether Julian has on his restraint snaps. Then, he’s fucking me. Hard. The room is filled with the wet slap of skin, my cries, and his groans.

Every thrust is deep and punishing, stretching me open as his tip bumps the deepest part of me. All I can do is hold on, taking what he wants to give. It’s raw and rough, hard and fast, and I don’t need to think about anything but how good it feels.

I don’t need to think, though. Right now, my only job is to take Julian Ballard’s cock.

Then, just as heat is beginning to tighten low in my belly, my orgasm within reach, Julian pulls out. Before I can do more than blink up at him in surprise, his fingers dig into my hips, and he’s turning me face down on the mattress. Then, an arm loops under my pelvis, pulling me so my behind is in the air. He’s in complete control, maneuvering my body into a position that leaves me wide open and defenseless against the huge cock which surges back into me from behind.

There’s nothing apologetic about the way he fucks me. The room fills with the crude, wet sound of our skin slapping together as he drives forward relentlessly, keeping a bruising grip on my hips.

“Such a good little slut,” he growls, the filthy words spat between gritted teeth as he fucks me with that same rough, relentless pace, the head of his cock hitting my G-spot with each snap of his hips.

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