Page 136 of Sparks Fly
“Told you before, stud, it’s my favourite thing to do,” I whisper before I climb onto his lap.
His large hands push my dress up around my waist. When his eyes fall between our bodies he sucks in a breath.
“Fuck.” The words rumbles in his throat.
Diving forward, I press my lips to his as I lift onto my knees, my greedy fingers unbuckling his belt as I tug his suit trousers down just enough for me to get to where I need to. His fingers dig into my hips, marking my skin. Wrapping my fingers around his thick cock, I tilt my hips forward as I line him up, teasing his large head at my opening and edging him just inside my pussy.
My lips fall apart, my breaths laboured as I pulse up and down, only taking him slightly and I watch as he bites his bottom lip. One of my hands presses against the ceiling of the car as I steady myself, taking more of him.
“Look at you,” he rasps, his eyes flicking to me.
Watching him come apart beneath me with each roll of my hips is euphoric.
“You feel so good,” I moan as he guides me up and down his cock, his hips lifting as he matches my rhythm.
“You were made for me, Ace, only me.”
“Only you,” I whisper, my spare hand skating between us as I rub my clit.
My moans become louder as his thrusts turn punishing and he takes over. My body sags as I hold myself up. The sound of our skin hitting fills the car. I am so soaked his cock slips in and out of me with ease and I know I am close to coming.
“I am so close,” I cry, my fingers rubbing my clit harder.
His hands drops from my hips. One sits on the inside of my thigh, widening my leg, stretching me out. The other curls around the base of my throat, pushing me back slightly as he watches the way his cock impales me.
“I am going to fill your tight little cunt full of me, Ace. I want you pregnant with my baby,” he groans and I whimper.
His words do something to me, pushing me into oblivion. Crying out, I crumble, falling forward as he fucks me through my orgasm until he is satisfied. He pumps himself inside of me, making sure I don’t move until he is ready.
Walking into the hotel,I am still flushed from our back seat fucking and I feel like everyone knows. Everyone can see it on my face.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he whispers into my hair before kissing me as we ride the lift to the penthouse suite.
“Can’t wait,” I murmur, knowing he will follow through on his promise.
Kicking my heels off,I groan in appreciation. My feet ache.
“I’m going for a quick shower.” I wink at him, and he tries to stop me but with a little teasing kiss and the promise of certain things, he lets me go happily.
“You have ten minutes,” he calls after me and I glance a look at him over my shoulder and throw him a smirk.
Peeling my dress off me, I climb under the shower and let the hot water wash the night off me. I know I will be covered in sweat soon, but I want to feel clean and fresh.
Dragging my hair off my face, I brush it through and let it fall down my back. I spritz myself with perfume and inhale deeply.
Pushing the door open, I wander out into the main part of the hotel to see him standing at the window, overlooking New York with a whiskey in his hand. Tiptoeing quietly across the floor, I clear my throat softly as he turns around to see me standing there, completely naked.
His eyes roam up and down my body.His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he shakes his head from side to side. He feels so much taller than usual. I mean, he is already really tall, but here, now he seems so much more so.
“Ace,” he rasps as he takes three steps towards me. His neck cranes down as he looks at me, his hand gripping my chin, the other still curled around his whiskey glass.
“You like?” I whisper as he tilts my face back and he hovers his mouth over mine, his breath laced in warm whiskey.
“I fucking adore it,” he groans, kissing me with all he has.
My hands press against his chest, and I lower myself to the floor, my knees hitting the tiled floor and he tuts. I blink up at him, confusion lacing my brow as he walks towards the sofa and grabs two pillows and places them in front of me.
“Can’t have my baby get sore knees now, can I?” He winks and my cheeks flame red.
