Page 35 of Finding the Forward: Part One
“Oh, yeah?” Had I?
She turned her muscular back to me. On her shoulder blade, a little fairy with pink wings sat on a mushroom. My mouth explored her tattoo as my hands cupped her ass. She had a beautiful back, and I itched to have Dean design something for it. Something meaningful and elegant, but playful.
“Fuck me, please,” she begged.
An alpha begging formycock set me on fire. How could I deny that?
“As you wish, Kitten.” I took a condom from the bedside table and rolled it over my erection. Bringing her over to the wall, I pressed her to it, so she faced me.
I put one hand around her throat, holding her still, worried about her leg, her comfort. “Is that okay, Kitten?”
“Sink that luscious dick into my pussy and ruin me.” Pure desire flared in her scent.
Wish granted.
Lining myself up with her wet slit, I plunged in. Her soft readiness surrounded me. A feeling of rightness settled over me. While I loved being inside Dean, this was an entirely different sensation.
“I like how I fit so perfectly in that sweet cunt of yours,” I murmured into her ear. Thrusting in and out, I railed her, my balls slapping against her thighs. My free hand toyed with her beautiful breasts, which weren’t quite a handful in my large hands, but perfect, nevertheless.
“More, more. I’m so close,” she breathed.
She raked her nails through my hair and down my back.Mark me with your claws, Kitten.Her mouth explored my tattoos–my pack tattoo on my shoulder, the one on my heart...
“I won’t last much longer, but I’ll give you everything I’ve got,” I warned. In this moment, pleasing her was absolute. I picked up the pace. Her bare ass thumped into the wall. My fingers dug lightly into her neck.
Verity gasped. “I’m going to come.”
Her pussy shuddered as her orgasm racked her body–not as hard as on the airplane, but enough that the spasms choked my dick, making me spurt into her. Letting go of her neck, I wrapped her tightly in my arms.
I gasped as Verity’s hold on my cock grew tight and pleasure shot through me. “You strangle my dick deliciously, Kitten.”
“Oops. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to lock you. I got too excited.” Her body shuddered as embarrassment coated her face and tinged her scent.
“Don’t apologize. I can’t think of a pussy I’d rather be trapped in.” I’d never been locked before. Fuck, it felt good.
Peppering her with kisses, I wrapped her legs around me. I lifted her from the wall, bringing us onto the bed, still joined together.
Taking the comforter, I pulled it over our sweaty, naked bodies and pressed a kiss to her temple. “We fit so well.”
“That was amazing, Tiger.” Verity gazed at me with adoration as she rested her head against my chest, fingers playing with my beard.
Mmmm, yes, I needed this. Not the sex, the connection. Knowing I was her world.
And she was mine.
I held her close, running my hands up and down her back as we cuddled. “Oh, Kitten, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
Chapter Twelve
Verity
“Oh, there. Right there,” Grif groaned. “Kitten, you know how to hit all the right places.”
No, you know how to hit all the right places.Big Daddy Hurricane had foundallthe right spots over and over. Best sex I’d had ever.
Because it didn’t just satiate my body. It filled up my heart, my soul, in a way I only knew from romance novels.
“All those years of fútbol paid off, I guess,” I teased as I continued to rub his calves as he lay on the couch in the living room. A rom-com played in the background. Two half-empty glasses of peach bourbon and a bowl of popcorn sat on the coffee table.
