Page 26 of Whirlwind

“I want you in my mouth.” Her lips moved against mine.

“I’m honored,” I said through gritted teeth.

“You should be.”

“Hold that thought.” I took her hand from me and pulled her to my room, her boots clacking down the hall behind me, setting a primitive rhythm for my lust for her and kicking it higher.

I shoved open my door and squeezed her rear. She shot ahead of me and crawled on my bed, naked ass in the air, leather boots sliding along the bedding.

Fuck, what a sight.My fierce hunger exploded into something raw and vulgar. Licking her lips, she sat up on her haunches on the edge of my bed, and I went to her, my mouth dry, my breath trying to catch up with my lungs.

She ripped down my briefs, her hand wrapping around my wet, throbbing tip, and I grunted. She dipped her head and her tongue laid waste to me. My fists gripped her silky hair as she swallowed me, sucked on me, gave, gave, gave, gave to me. I had no more control to muster. My hips moved fast, my cock begging for more sensation, demanding more friction, wanting more Violet.

She took me all the way in, her hot, wet mouth pumping my cock, her hand firmly at my base. Something exploded behind my eyes. I couldn’t hold onto the tidal wave of pleasure. I blew, grunting loudly. She kept her amazing mouth on me, sucking slower, longer, prolonging the sensual insanity.

Violet was into details.

So was I.

“Violet—” I pulled her hair back from her damp face. “You swallowed all of me, baby.”

Gleaming soft, dark eyes lifted to mine, swollen, wet lips grinned at me. “And it was so fucking good.”

My thumb brushed those wet swollen lips, and she let out a moan. She fell back on the bed, one knee up. Jesus, those boots. Those legs. Her perfume mixed with her sweat and musk filled my senses, filled the room, spinning everything inside me, around me. I was getting hard again. “I want you over and over.” I stroked her leg, her thigh.

I got on the bed and thrust two of my fingers into her slick pussy, churning, finding her crazy spot as my tongue lazed around her clit, curling, swirling. I was on her side, not between her legs, and I knew from this angle she’d get a different experience from my mouth, my tongue.

Her breathing got squeaky, her body trembling in my hold. “Oh shit…oh, oh…” she repeated over and over, her body stiffening. “I’m so ready, you can—”

“Let it fucking go. We’ve got all night, Violet. I want you to come over and over.” My tongue lashed at her swollen nub, once, twice. Pressing. Sucking. Flicking. Her fingers dug into my hair and she shrieked, and I sucked harder. Her piercing yell filled the room, her body shuddered against my mouth, her juices flowing.

Her fingertips curled into my shoulders as if we were on a rollercoaster and she was holding on to me for dear life. I bit her thigh, and she flung her head back, burying her face in a pillow. I chuckled as I leaned over the bed, found the condoms in my duffel on the floor, and got one on.Thank you, Jude!

I leaned over her, my hands grasping hers, pulling them over her head, pinning them to the bed. She blinked up at me. She was drunk on us.Me too.My cock rubbed against her clit, up, down, in her wet. A soft grin played on her lips, matching mine.

Violet. All woman.

Memories of her from years ago flitted through my brain—the bright young girl with a touch of grit. Polite hellos. Brief smiles. Wide-eyed concern over me in that bar hallway. Her frankness. Her keen interest. Her genuine response to my impulsive kiss. Her spontaneous hug goodbye. Her determination.

Have to have her. Be inside her.

I thrust inside her, and we both groaned. So slick, so tight. Her vibrant eyes pinned on mine, lips parting as I began to move again, driving inside her, chasing my release, driving to get her another. A boot heel found my ass again, and I grunted.

Our breaths ragged, sweat steaming our bodies, we moved together, one need. One huge need. She gave in to me, she gave to me.

I slowed my pace, pulling in a breath as I rocked in long and paused, grinding against her. I pulled out and rocked in again, my cock reveling in her sleek, tight heat. Pulled out, dipped back in.

Her legs twisted over mine once more, that smooth leather brushing my flesh, her hips pushing up. Impatient.

“No.”

Her head lifted. “What? Why?”

“Why should everything be fucking fast all the time? Fast food”—I thrust long and deep, my mouth over hers, our choppy breaths mingling. I pulled out slowly—“fast delivery”—I dove back in, her neck arched back—“so fucking convenient.” I rolled my hips, grinding against her, grinding deeper. “Immediate satisfaction.”

Her mouth dropped open, her groan filling the hot, humid air between us. My pulse ticked at the sight of her reaction. I wanted to do more to make her crazy for it.

For me.

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