Page 138 of Scorned Beauty
The second I tasted her, I lost it. I used my tongue, teeth, and mouth and ate her without thought, without second-guessing, driving into her purely on savage instinct. The familiar swelling of her clit invited me to suck and lap and swirl. She drove her hips forward. I didn’t even realize that I had her leg over my shoulder as I continued to eat her.
When she collapsed, I propped her up and rose to my feet. I didn’t know how I pinned her against the wall with my body while I unzipped my trousers and freed my erection. I was hard. Harder than I’d ever remembered. It was almost painful. Heavy. I needed to be inside this woman.
Sloane’s hand wrapped around my cock reverently, and then she stared up at me. “May I?”
“I don’t think I’m gonna last,” I groaned.
“Please.”
Fuck.
I gave her a curt, tension-filled nod.
Her lips wrapped around my cock. I hissed, lids slamming shut, feeling my eyes roll back at the intense sensation electrifying muscles and bones.
Panting, I risked opening my eyes because seeing Sloane on her knees, giving me a blowjob was the single hottest experience I’d witnessed in a long time. It was hard to pick a moment, but every moment led back to her. Like when I had her at my mercyon New Year’s Eve, ramming her into the glass. Even that time I fucked her on her period and having her bleed all over me.
Fuck.
I hauled her up. “Enough,” I snarled at her. “The first time—I wanna come inside you.”
Her eyes widened, but before Sloane could protest, I spun her around and slammed her against the door. Lifting her up, I drove inside her, seating myself to the hilt and without giving her time to adjust, I pounded inside her.
“I know I should give you a choice, but I can’t. You’re mine, Sloane. Mine.” Whatever last defense I had against her crumbled. I’d never fucked without a condom, but the surging obsession and possessiveness had nowhere to go except inside her.
“Are you mine too?” Tears brimmed her eyes and my heart cracked at the uncertainty in them. How could she still doubt that there was nothing else I wanted to be except hers?
“Yes. God, yes. I’m all yours. Body, mind, heart, and fucking soul,” I rasped. “Don’t you feel it, baby? Even when you hated me, I had to be near you.”
“I never hated you.”
“Good, because you’re mychoice.” As soon as the word left my mouth, so did holding back. I’d been mentally reciting sports stats to keep the blood in my brain all evening. Spying Tomlin in the crowd immersed my mind with murderous thoughts, but once Sloane and I were alone, nothing else mattered except her.
I emptied inside her.
All the torment of the past few weeks, all the self-recriminations, I laid myself bare. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and she cried out at the same time I grunted my release. I buried my nose in the crook of her neck and shoulder while my feet and back struggled to keep me upright. I loweredher right leg so I could grind into her, give her every drop of my possession.
The words I wanted to tell her were on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t want her to think my love was a product of lust. I would tell her. Tonight. Including several confessions.
Our second chance was starting with truths.
I lifted my head to look into her eyes, searching where her mind was.
“I’m on the pill,” she said.
“Unfortunately,” I sighed.
Her brows shot up. “I thought you never fucked without a condom.”
I cupped her cheek and gave her a wry smile. “We have things to discuss, but not here.”
“Are we setting boundaries again?”
“No. We’re obliterating them.”
She huffed a short laugh. “What?”
I straightened her out and wrapped my tux jacket around her. “Sorry about the gown.”
