Page 17 of Inadmissible
Our lips magnetically pulled toward each other again. And this kiss was just as sensual and deep as the first. No man had ever kissed me so tenderly, especially one I didn’t even know. But I knew this man, seemingly, in the ways that mattered most. I knew I could trust him, I knew I was safe with him, and I knew he would protect me. For right now, that was all I needed.
“I’d like to share myself with you,” I boldly confessed when we ended the kiss.
Tristan brushed his nose against mine before giving me another quick peck. He stared at me as he downed his champagne before asking, “Are you sure, honey?”
“Positive.”
With my consent being enough, Tristan led me toward the exit doors. When I felt a hand wrap around my wrist, I knewinstantly who it belonged to. The feel of his skin against mine instantly caused me to jerk away as I turned to face Destin.
“You’re leaving with him?” he confirmed.
“Your fiancée is here. Concern yourself with her, not me.”
“Taj,please. Can we talk?”
“I didn’t want to talk to you then, and I don’t want to talk to you now.” I huffed as my anger began to rise. “You gave her my ring!” I seethed with quiet and controlled anger, but it was anger, nonetheless.
“And the fact that that bothers you lets me know you still care. We can work this out, baby.”
“No, there is nothing to work out. I’m angry because you’re disrespectful and disgusting, and I can’t believe I loved someone like you. I’m angry because of the principle of the situation. I’m angry because you proposed to the mother of your child yet you’re trying to get me back, and that makes me even more sure you aren’t to be trusted. But I tell you whatcanbe trusted, the fact that I want nothing to do with you.”
“Taj . . .”
When he reached for me again, Tristan pulled me behind him. “I’m not her brother,” he warned. “I will bury you where you will never be found, and Iknowhow to get away with murder.” Destin puffed his chest out, and Tristan closed the space between them. “Stay the fuck away from her. Do you understand me?”
Destin’s eyes shifted toward me, as if he expected me to speak up. When I didn’t, he sucked his teeth and walked away. Tristan turned and looked at me, searching my face, my eyes, for something.
“I can understand if that made you want to change your mind,” he said.
“No. If anything, that made me want to leave even more.”
The left side of his mouth lifted into a smile as he extended his hand for mine. The second I locked my fingers around his, my heart knew. She knew it was time to activate the armor, because if any man had a chance to get in, it wasdefinitelyTristan Pierce.
I expected Tristan to strip me of my dress the moment we entered his suite but that wasn’t the case. We chilled by his floor to ceiling windows and looked at the fireworks that were going up in the downtown area as we continued to sip champagne. No words were exchanged between us, but the longer we remained silent, the more electric it became. By the time he did touch me, I was so hot and ready I shivered and moaned.
Laid across the bed, I inhaled deep breaths as he kissed and licked every inch of me. As he finally settled between my thighs, my pussy was soaking wet. Tristan moaned before gently digging his fingers into my thighs. Swirls of his tongue against my clit turned into him sucking it into his mouth. I knew I’d be extra sensitive since it had been so long, but in that sensitivity, I wanted more. It felt like I was finally being fed after starving for quite some time. And Tristan had me feeling so good I reached and grabbed his head as I circled my hips. When I realized I was literally feeding this man my pussy, I whimpered and released him.
“You can touch me,” he authorized. “Don’t be shy.” Tristan put my hands back on his head before lifting my hips slightly off the bed. The arch allowed him to hit a spot on my clit that made me cum within seconds. I was so wet I felt my cum slipping out of me and onto his mouth and chin.
“Oh shit,” I moaned, clawing at his shoulders as I shuddered. “I’m cumming.”
“Mm,” he moaned against me, holding me tighter. “Give me every drop, sweetheart. I’m thirsty for every fucking drop.”
“Shit!” I cried out, shaking harder when he slid his tongue inside of my pussy.
Tristan continued to feast on me, adding his fingers to the mix, making me cum twice more before standing and undressing. My eyes locked on his muscular build, mouth watering at the sight of his long dick. It curved upward, and as he slipped a condom on, I moaned in desire. I wanted to taste him, but it was clear he was ready to be inside of me.
“Put me where you want me,” he demanded in a low tone as he made his way between my legs.
Gripping his dick, I put it at my opening. We both gasped and moaned when he made his way inside. Tristan’s chuckle was sexy against my ear when he realized he could only get half of his length inside.
“I’ma stretch this pussy okay, honey? Don’t tense up.”
“Yes, si—ah!”
I cried out when he shoved the rest of his length inside of me. Instantly, my hands went to his stomach. “Don’t stop me. Let me get in this pussy.” Even with me nodding, it was a natural reflex to press into him again when he pulled out and stroked me. “You gon’ take this dick, sweetheart?” Tristan confirmed, lifting my hands over my head and holding them tightly.
“Yesss,” I slurred, locking my legs around him.
