Page 32 of The Vampire Kingpin
“Touch me.” I took her hands and brought them to my erection, molding her fingers around my needy flesh.
She took over, stroking and squeezing. “You’re so big,” she breathed, which made me want to strut like a fucking peacock.
“Because of you.” I rubbed myself against her palms. “I’ve been ready for you since I woke up. And Lark?” I teased her nipples with my thumbs. “It’s gonna take me hours with this fuckable little body of yours before I’m satisfied. I hope you’re up for that.”
She twined her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine. “Bring. It. On.”
Our mouths met, clung, our tongues dancing with each other. When we broke apart, we were both breathing hard.
“Clothes off,” I said and stripped her myself, needing to keep my hands on her.
She snatched the cash from her bra before I could touch it, and then glanced at me. “It’s yours,” I told her.
She jerked her head in acknowledgment and shoved it into the pocket of her leggings while I dragged off my clothes.
I pushed down my comforter. “Sit on the bed.”
She perched on the edge of the mattress, hands on either side of her hips, her hair falling over one creamy shoulder. I stepped between her thighs. Her breath caught, the movement lifting her high, pretty tits.
Her eyes lifted to mine. “What about bending me over the armchair?”
So she’d liked that idea. “We’ll get to that.” I wrapped my fist around my erection. “But first, I’m gonna lick you. Make sure you’re ready for my cock. Any objections?”
She gave a quick shake of her head, her gaze on my slowly pumping hand.
I used my free hand to stroke a thumb over her glistening pink center. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you? Or are you like this because of those men out there?”
When she didn’t answer fast enough for me, I paused, my palm resting on the dark curls of her mound. “Answer me or I’ll stop.”
Her face jerked up. “No! Yes! I mean—it’s you. I’m wet for you.”
“Good. Because I’m the only man who gets to fuck you tonight.” I gave my dick a few more hard pumps, then released it and, putting a hand on the bed next to her hips, slid two fingers into her.
She fell back onto the bed, braced on her forearms, watching me through lowered lids, her teeth digging into her lower lip. “So good.” She swiveled her hips against my fingers, seeking more. “Feels so…damn good.”
“Mm.” I withdrew my fingers, rubbing the knuckles, slick with her juices, over her clit.
She moaned and my stomach clenched. I loved how quickly I could rev her up.
I slid my fingers back inside her, thrusting them in and out a little roughly. “What did you think about while you were playing pool? Were you sticking that sexy ass out for those other men in the Cavern?”
The idea made the primal thing a little crazy. I didn’t want her to want any other men. It was mixed up in her past connection with Grimclaw. That she’d run to a guy like him for help instead of coming to me.
I knew that wasn’t reasonable—how could she have known I’d help her?—but that’s how I felt.
When she took too long to answer, I bit her hip bone hard enough to leave a mark. She gasped and clamped down on my fingers.
I pumped them into her again. “Answer the question.”
“No. I wasn’t. I swear!”
“Then what were you thinking about?” I ghosted my lips over her clitoris.
“Nothing, damn you.”
I made a harsh sound low in my throat. “Do I have to stop? Because I think you’re lying.”
“Fine. I was thinking about you, alright?” Her head tilted back, her ebony hair spilling onto my sheets. “You’re stuck in my brain.”
