Page 18 of The Arrogant One
A chest that was etched, dusted with the perfect amount of hair to run my fingers through, pecs and abs that were defined, dips of muscle that wound around his arms and across his shoulders. My stare dived, and what it met caused my jaw to drop.
“What are you?”
He chuckled as he aimed the condom at the tip of his large, erect dick. “What kind of question is that?”
“Well, you’ve turned this good girl into a bad girl—something I didn’t think was possible. You’ve got a body to die for. You’re hung.” My eyes widened to emphasize that point. “Lockhart, you feel like a dream. Am I going to wake up tomorrow and that’s what this is all going to be?”
“Let me tell you why that won’t be the case.” He grabbed the outside of my thighs and pulled me toward the end of the bed. “When you wake up and squeeze your legs together,you’re going to feel soreness from what I did to you. You don’t get that from a dream.” He lifted my hand and placed it on his abs, rubbing it up and down each groove.
God, this guy was all kinds of arrogant.
“And this—this body—it’s too real. Nothing can feel this good when you’re asleep.” He pointed his crown at my entrance, his eyes holding mine as he slowly slid into me. “Or this—fuck.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he groaned. “But I’ll give it to you—it’s hard to believe anything can be this incredible.” He hissed out an exhale. “Or how you could be this tight. But, fuck me, you are.”
I’d thought I was lost with his tongue, but that was an aimless wandering compared to this.
“Damn!” I drove the back of my head into the mattress while I took in his full length, my body swallowing every inch. “This isn’t just incredible, this is wildly the best.”
Did that even make sense?
I had no idea; my brain was mush.
He let out a chuckle and lifted me again, holding me around him in the air while he pumped into me. “Wildly the best, huh? Let’s see if I can make it even better.”
I didn’t know how better was an option.
But I quickly learned he was looking to achieve it as he placed my back against the wall, holding me there with his weight. “You’re about to have round three.” He was twisting his hips with each plunge, arching upward so he wasn’t just hitting my walls; he was grazing my G-spot too.
“You’re not going to make me come again that fast,” I panted.
“No? Because I can feel it.” He put his lips by my ear. “Your cunt is closing in around me and getting extra wet. Your clit is getting hard. Your breathing is labored.”
I moaned in response.
“Exactly.” His mouth went to mine. “Are you going to deny it? And say I don’t know your body?”
“You don’t.”
“But I’ve made you come twice tonight. About to be a third. I’d say I know it well enough.”
I hauled myself up, the paint and texture and hardness of the wall burning my back as I bounced, trying to meet each of his thrusts. The pleasure was just spreading faster than I could handle. “You’re not wrong.”
“I know.”
I let out a gasp as I neared that familiar place. “I want you to come with me.”
“That’s what you want?”
I hugged his chest against mine, using his shoulders to lift and drop. “Yes.”
“Only if you make me a promise.”
“Which is?”
“After I come inside you, I can take you into the shower and fuck you again in there.”
My hand spread across his cheek. “You only have one condom left. That’s where you want me? In the shower?”
“I can have more delivered in less than ten minutes, so I don’t have to choose where I want to have you. If you let me, I can fuck you over and over and over again.”
