Page 76 of Arrogant Bastard

Her breathing turns ragged, her hands white-knuckled where she’s gripping the wood. The only thing I’m missing in this incredible picture is the vision of her tits bouncing with her movements. But then she gives a little pre-orgasmic scream.

“Oh…oh God, I’m coming,” she gasps.

“Fuck, yes,” I encourage hoarsely.

Her back bows tighter as if her spine is the string that connects her pussy to her brain. Her contractions begin to gather pace, tightening and releasing my fingers. I’ve felt her come many times, but this is still the most incredible thing. Greedy for more, I crook my finger inside her, searching for that sweet spot that turns her wild. There it is. She bolts up onto her toes and screams louder this time. An instant later, I feel her sweet essence drench my fingers.

My free hand flies to my crotch to tackle my zipper, the need to be inside her—now—pounding painfully through me. She’s still twitching through her sublime orgasm when I ram my cock inside her.

She screams and starts to come all over again. Holy fuck. I lock my hands on her waist and hold still, fighting against the muscles relentlessly milking my cock, determined to make me her slave.

“Faith. Oh God, Faith…”

She rocks back against me, slamming her ass against my groin. And because I’m too fucking far gone, I meet her halfway. We pound into each other, our breathing frayed and desperate, the only thing real for us the unique bliss that is ours alone. I want to fuck her forever, until the whole world stops turning. But the ferocious fire barreling up my spine and shooting into my balls tells me my time is limited.

But hell, I’m taking everything I’ve got. “Fill you…I’m going to fill every inch of your cunt with my cum.” I pound her harder, until I swear I feel the edge of her womb on my next thrust.

“Yes! Killian…” My name is a long, strained moan that pulls my balls right up against my cock.

I grit my teeth for one last futile second. And then I erupt. I throw my head back and succumb to the indescribable pleasure sucking me deep into the most glorious abyss. But I don’t remain there for long. The world tips upside down, and I’m flying, cresting wave after wave of bliss as her orgasm lengthens mine.

My legs shake and threaten to give way. I sag against her body and wrap my arms tight around her.

“Shit. Shit. God, Faith. I…I…” Love you. I’ve loved you since the second I saw you.

The words remained locked in my throat. Why, exactly, I don’t know.

I don’t know whether she suspects them or not. We just remain, bowed and spent over the wooden slab, until reality returns in the form of the smell of gunpowder and damp Astroturf.

Reluctantly, I pull out of her. I tug her thong out of my back pocket and clean us up the best I can. Her pussy is still damp, and my cock still wrapped in her cum. But I don’t give a damn. I don’t care if the whole world knows we’ve just fucked. I drop a quick kiss on her pussy when I pull up and zip her shorts. She rewards me with one last shudder.

And just because I can, I kiss her mouth long and deep. When lift my head, she presses her fingers to her lips. “Every time…”

“What?”

“Every time I think it won’t get any better, you make it amazing,” she murmurs, her voice a little stunned.

I’m not surprised when the words pull at my chest, instead of pumping up my ego. I want to lay every promise of her every desire right there at her feet in this shitty little shooting range. I don’t. But a little bit of my apprehension recedes.

I brush my knuckle down her cheek. “Stick around, baby. I promise I have more to give.”

She smiles, but I catch that shadow again and turn away before it ruins my relative calm.

I gather the weapons, and we head back onto the main floor. Mitch and Linc are by the door, talking in low voices. Rob is leafing through a copy of Guns & Ammo. He discards it when he spots us.

“You ready to head out, Mr. Knight?” he asks.

I nod and hand the guns over to Mitch, who replaces them in their glass vaults. I leave them to lock up, and escort Faith back to the chopper. Five minutes later, we lift off.

She’s sitting next to me on the bench seat, her head tucked against my shoulder. I’m not sure whether it’s the sublime sex or the fact that my instincts tell me we’ve reached saturation point, but I slide my fingers into her hair and gently tug her head up.

“I need to know, Faith. Everything.”

I watch as her mouth quivers and her eyes slowly fill with tears. My badass lover, who once drop-kicked two Bulgarian thugs without breaking a sweat, is crying.

“You’ll hate me.”

My heart turns over. “No. I won’t.” The conviction in my voice is total.

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