Page 23 of Three More Shots
Stunning and smart. I can’t believe how fucking lucky I am to find her and have the opportunity to explore her, which I can’t hold back any longer. I lick her neck, and of course, she’s even sweeter than I imagined. My lips drag over her creamy skin, across her shoulder and back again, before dipping down and breaching the little bow between her tits. One nice thing about cheap lingerie is the fabric rips easily to let me inside.
The gasp of utter surprise eases into a moan when I suck in her hard nipple. Round and rosy, just like I knew it would be, with the hint of red flowing through her silky dark hair. But it's my name on her breath that almost gets me off. Fuck, I need to control myself. I've just never wanted a woman more than I want her.
Like a savage, I inhale her other breast, while I keep the original nipple satisfied with my thumb and forefinger, alternating between stroking and tugging as strangled noises erupt from her dainty throat. Hell, I can barely tell the difference between her moans and mine with both of us enjoying this so damn much. I'm a mad man, nipping and lapping and kissing over her rib cage and down her stomach, which trembles under my lips, enjoying her marvelous body until her hands fly from my hair to my shoulders and she tries to force me away.
So, I show her how I'm going to punish her for denying me what belongs to me and grab her slight wrists, trapping them against the comforter. "Mine."
She seems to relax from the dominance in my tone, her body softening from my possessive proclamation against her hip bone. Thank fuck. Now I can get back to business. I hover over her tiny white panties and blow on the sweet plump lips hidden under the fabric. The wetness darkening the cotton spreads farther. I smirk, like the smug bastard I am. So responsive, and I haven't even fucking touched that pulsing clit yet. She bows off the blanket when I rub my face against her damp bikini and a sharpohwobbles in her mouth. "That's just the beginning of what I'm going to do to that pussy."
I kiss down her thigh, nudging her leg a little to open her for me even more. Again, she twists against me and tries to sit up. What in the actual fuck? "God damn it,cara. Lie back and let me fuck you."
"I – I'm sorry. I'm just not used to it."
A frown floods her face, and I force myself to check my tone, so I don't exacerbate the confusion swirling in her expression. "Used to what?"
"Being spoiled. Todd always–"
“Fuck him.” I cut her off as gentle as I can with my fingers over her mouth – fingers that should be deep in her pussy instead. No other man ever gets to be in my bed or in my woman. Just the thought of either one makes my chest rumble with rage. “He’s already a dead man for what he’s done to both of you. If I hear anything else about him, he’ll suffer that much more.”
Wide eyes study me, attempting to determine if I’m serious or not. She must decide I am, and I get a slight nod with her lips curled inward to keep her from speaking. Which isn’t what I want unless it’s comments about that bastard coward. I climb back up her quivering body, berating myself for scaring her. For forgetting who she is and what she means to me.
I cup her face and dip down to kiss her lightly. "I've been crazy — literally fucking crazy — for you since I met you. I don't know how to stop, but I promise to try and not scare the fuck out of you anymore."
"I'm not scared."
Her little chin lifts up, attempting to show me how confident she pretends to be, lying to me and herself. Unwilling to call her bluff, I smile down at her. Slow and lazy to prove I'm not mad or upset. Just eager for her. "Good. Now let me make love to you."
My tender side, that only she generates, coaxes the fire back in her eyes and her touch, searing my skin when she caresses down my back and squirms underneath me. Her body coils tight, as ready for release as I am. With her permission clear, I go all in. Gentle pecks on her lips until she opens for me, and I delve deep, leaving her gasping for breath and her heart pounding against my chest.
"I really make you crazy?"
Lust darkens her eyes as she stares up at me, and I know she's asking – not as a mom or an employee – but as a woman. Vulnerable as she is dangerous. Desperate to feel like she's wanted for herself just as she is. "Hell yes,cara. I was already thinking about how I was going to fuck you just by how sexy as fuck I thought your neck was when I was standing in line behind you."
"My neck?"
"Yes." I breathe her in again and kiss across her jawline to her swollen lips. "And your mouth...and your shoulders...and your tits....and your stomach..."
No resistance as I slip my fingertips under the waistband of her panties and drag the smooth fabric down her legs, tossing them to the floor while my eyes feast on her glistening pussy, protecting her most sensitive part. As my gaze bores into her, I glide my fingertips through her arousal and bring them to my mouth, sucking the sweetness from my skin without blinking. "But this, this fucking honey, is what makes me addicted to you."
Her head shakes slowly while I move quickly to lift her ass under my palms and bring her clit right to my teeth.
"You can't...can't...oooohhhh."
The moan vibrating in her throat morphs her voice from sweet to sultry sex kitten. Unaware how glorious she sounds and looks. I eat her out until she droops from coming so hard, and then I tongue fuck her until she screams out her pleasure again. While begging me to never stop, she attempts to shove me away simultaneously, and I laugh against her thighs, damp with the moisture I generated.
I'm a fucking barbarian, a savage beast pulsing with pride from pushing her over the edge. Swiping at her sweetness on my chin with the back of my hand like a damn animal, I grin at her while she watches me, spent yet curious, as if wondering what I'm going to do next, but too timid to question.
Or luckily protest.
Because only a bullet to my brain would stop me from fucking her with my cock. Which leaks more when she actually relaxes her legs for me without me having to ask, welcoming me completely. Except for the one question holding me back that I owe her. “I have to get an annual physical every year as CEO, so I know I’m clean, but I don't want you to have any doubts.”
A blush spreads across her flushed face, and I lose her gaze when her eyes move to something behind me. “I was worried about that too…I mean, my ex might've cheated on me, so I had all the tests run after he left to be sure...so I am too.”
Motherfucker. I cannot wait to kill this asshole, but I do take sick satisfaction in the confirmation she hasn't been with anyone since him, and will never be with anyone else ever again after me.
As much as I know I should, I don't bring up birth control because I don't want her to have any. Enticing her to become my wife will be much easier with my baby in her belly. I slide my hand under her narrow shoulder, cupping her head in my hand and rendering her immobile because I can't wait any longer. She's mine now in all ways. Forced to look at me, she studies me intently, and I can't hold back my smile to have her at my mercy. "Together from this moment on. There's no ever going back."
With her shuddering breath and nod of agreement, I guide her fingers down my body and wrap them with mine around my rock hard cock and slowly guide in only the tip until I hit her neglected pussy's resistance. Calm and patient, waiting for her to adjust to me, I thrust gently opening her to me. Once I'm deep enough, her hand flies to my face, cupping my cheek so we're connected everywhere. Making love which is as rare for me as it is for her.
