Page 81 of Clash
A peculiar expression seemed to cross his face as his dark features took me in. “Not anymore.”
“Why?” I asked, truly curious as to how he could get over someone he supposedly cared about that fast.
He smiled, those gleaming white teeth appearing just beneath those dangerous lips, currently being molested by a tongue that could do dangerous things to me.
Oh fuck! Sensory ovary-load activated.
“Would you please stop looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” He got up from his seat, closing the distance between us until he was looming over me and could practically hear my heart as it raced inside my chest.
My voice came out a meek whisper, “Like you want to do dastardly things to me.”
His strong arms imprisoned me on both sides, the scent of his musky cologne invading all my senses until I could only breathe him. “But I haven’t answered your question yet, sweetheart.”
Question? Did I ask him a question?I couldn’t fucking remember. Not when he was staring at me with every intent to break me. “What question.”
His breath caressed my ear as he leaned in, the little wisps of heated breath curling around the cusp and puffing down the slender slope of my neck. “Of why seeing her around the club doesn’t bother me anymore.”
I gulped. My entire body shaking with sexual frustration as his nose dragged down the side of my neck and breathed me in. “Why?” I asked in another breathless whisper.
“Because the second I laid eyes on you, Gina, other women just stopped existing.”
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My hand caressed her cheek, and before she could protest, my lips were on hers, tasting a hint of spearmint that laced her delectable tongue. She was pure perfection, and I just couldn’t hold myself back any longer.
A breathless moan vibrated against my mouth, and her hands curled around my neck, begging for me to pick her up. I did, carting her up the stairs like a caveman until her beautiful body was sprawled out on my bed.
In one feverous motion, I removed her shirt, discarding it to the ground as my hands moved over her exposed breasts, toying with the nipples that hardened beneath my touch.
She was so responsive—needy. I could mold her into anything I wanted at that moment as our teeth clashed and tongues danced in dangerous synchronization. But this wasn’t about what I wanted… this was about her. It will always be about her.
“Clash,” she whispered, her body careening up so I could squeeze her tits some more. “I don’t know if we should do this, Alex may hear us.”
“I’ll be quiet,” I murmured against her neck, my free hand finding its way down her stomach and deep within her panties. She gasped when my fingers brushed over her clit, her eyes rounding in perfect ecstasy. “I can’t say the same about you.”
One by one, I slid a finger in until I had three inside of her, fucking her hole as I possessed her mouth as my own. She moaned, her neck extending so I could suck the flesh of her throat and leave my mark on her.
“Do you like how this feels?”
She nodded, her body doing everything it could to beg for more without even saying a word. She lifted her ass, allowing me to slide off her skirt and panties until she was nothing but bare skin and beauty.
“Absolutely perfect,” I mumbled, my eyes darkening as I drank in her luscious curves.
“Please…” she begged. “More.”
My fingers moved in and out of her as her body met me thrust for thrust, her cute little moans escaping every few seconds. Then, without warning, she combusted, her juices coating my fingers until they were just as wet as she was. Slowly, I pulled out of her, sticking a finger into my mouth so I could taste her sweet nectar. It dripped over my tongue, and the lust in her eyes deepened. I sucked down the second finger, but the third I saved for her. “Do you want to taste what I do to you?”
She seemed unsure, but then she nodded, her body wild with desire. “Yes,” she barely got out before I brushed my hand over her mouth, silencing her. Greedily, she sucked my finger in, drawing it in and out of her mouth until my dick was fucking hard as fuck in my jeans.
Her hand curled over the engorged bulge in my pants, squeezing it. “Let me help you with that, Chuck.”
I didn’t even care that she said my name, the second her slender fingers started toying with my jeans, I was done. Herhands brushed over the humps of my ass, my cock springing out to greet her as she slid the fabric down my legs until I could step out of them. Her small hand wrapped around my length, and the second she started stroking, I felt my balls start to clench, desperate for release.
She sat up on her knees, drawing my cock into her mouth as she worked my length back and forth.
Fuck, she was going to make me cum early.
