Page 22 of Skid
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head, and I gave her one final chance to end everything. “Do you think I’ll hurt you or make you do something you don’t want to do?”
“Of course not.”
I gripped into her hair and brought her mouth back to mine. “Then take your pleasure, baby. I’ll never judge you. I only want to worship you.”
Her small hands fell to my chest, and she ran her fingers under my cut as she licked her lips. I loved to watch a woman’s inner vixen come to the surface, when she lets herself have the freedom to explore without fear of judgment. It was okay for men to sleep around, but if a woman did it, she was somehow less.
Well, fuck that, and fuck the judgmental assholes who believed it.
Her hands pushed at the sleeves of my cut, and I leaned forward to remove it, feeling my cock press into her core as the leather came off. Taking the jacket and folding it in half, I handed it to her and asked, “Can you put that on the back of the chair, please?”
She stood from my lap and took my cut to the chair next to the door, gently placing it on the back before turning to me. Her eyes were running up and down my inked arms as she swayed her hips and returned. When she climbed back onto my lap, her legs straddling mine, I reached out and pulled her fully over my erection.
She gasped, and I took the opening to kiss her, invading her mouth. She gripped my shirt and met my kiss with equal energy. Kissing across her jaw, I licked and nipped at the tender flesh of her neck, feeling her shiver in my arms. Smiling against her neck, I kissed the sensitive spot below her ear as she rocked on my lap.
I kissed down her neck and across her collarbone, pulling her shirt to the side as I tasted her skin. She reached to her waist and pulled her shirt off over her head, forcing me to break our connection. I looked down to see her pert breasts heaving under her pink bra.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I groaned as I leaned her back and kissed her chest over her bra.
Sucking a nipple through the lacy material, she grasped my head and moaned my name.
“Dalton.”
No one had called me that during sex. Ever. And it made this first time with Grace somehow more important. Not to sound overly emotional, but it made everything special.
Hearing her desire, feeling her hot pussy pressed against me through layers of denim, was testing my patience. I needed to let her lead when all I wanted to do was fuck her until we passed out from exhaustion.
She stood from the couch and offered me her hand. “Let’s go to the bedroom where we can be more comfortable.”
I stood and adjusted my cock, seeking any relief as I was led to her bedroom. I glanced up to the corner outside her room as we walked in and saw the pinpoint camera I’d installed weeks ago to monitor her. I should’ve turned them off, but I couldn’t be bothered to stop as she turned to me.
Grace released my hand and stepped in front of me, looking up at me with desire and need. She fisted my shirt in her hands and tugged the material from my jeans. I pulled it off over my head and tossed it to the floor as she took in all my ink.
My Death Hounds tattoo took up my right chest, and there were countless skulls, daggers, and whatever I felt was cool at the time permanently inked into my skin. Her fingertips brushed along the designs, and I watched her with fascination as she examined me like a piece of art.
“Beautiful,” she commented after inspecting my chest and back.
“I don’t think that’s something anyone’s ever said about me,” I replied with a chuckle as she came back in front of me.
“It’s the truth. You’re a walking masterpiece.”
I brought my hand up, caressing her cheek as I explained, “I’m glad you like them.”
She leaned into me, and I brought my lips to hers. Her bra-covered breasts pushed against my chest as she pulled me to her bed. Our mouths clashed, fighting for a connection as she fell backward and I followed, covering her small body with mine. She was so delicate under me, but she felt right.
Pulling back from the embrace, I sat up and raised an eyebrow at her, silently asking to proceed. She kicked her shoes off and reached down to unbutton her pants when I whispered, “Please, let me.”
She nodded, and I kissed her again until we were fighting for breath. Working my way down her body, I nipped and kissed at her breasts until she squirmed under me, rubbing against my leg, seeking relief. I methodically worked down her body until I came to her blue jeans. Lifting my eyes to hers, I popped the button and urged her to lift her ass into the air.
When she complied, I tugged her jeans and panties down in one motion before discarding them onto the floor. She reached behind her, freeing her breasts from her lacy bra, and I groaned as I took in the sight of her beautiful nakedness. I’d seen countless women naked, but she was by far the most beautiful creature I’d ever laid eyes on.
Settling onto the floor on my knees, I pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and kissed her toned stomach, feeling her tremble under me. Slowly, I worked my way to her core and found my own personal heaven. Her pretty pussy was on full display, and she allowed her legs to fall open as I brought my nose to her curls and inhaled deeply.
“Fuck, you smell so good,” I told her, and she brought a small hand to the back of my hair, running her fingers through my black locks. “I bet you taste even better.”
Kissing down, I licked her clit fully and held a hand to her stomach as she tried to lift her ass off the bed.
