Page 21 of Prove You Wrong

‘Shit,’ she murmurs, parting her legs more, welcoming me in as I find a hot, wet path.

We both gasp. Carefully, I ease a second finger in and slowly start to stroke inside her. She grinds her hips, riding my hand, encouraging me deeper. Curling my digits, her little noises and breathy moans tell me which way to go. Thrusting inside her slick, tight pussy, my dick throbs to be where my fingers are. But this isn’t about me. The lady placed a certain order and I must oblige.

With my other hand, I grip her thigh, holding her wide open for me. She looks incredible.

My mouth is magnetised back to kissing the path her blush took and I stretch out my thumb to caress the little bundle of nerves at her apex. She cries out as I circle her clit, my fingers continuing to pump.

Suddenly, she catches her breath, tensing, then a gasped, ‘Fuck,’ escapes as she exhales.

She bucks against me.I feel her muscles clamping inside, squeezing in rhythm and I focus on following her movements to draw out her orgasm for as long as possible.

Ella folds into me. I gently withdraw my hands and move them to her back, holding her tightly, supporting her. She’s almost turned to jelly. I’ve done this to her; my chest tightens with something like pride.

I wasn’t just toying with her earlier, suggesting how she’d feel messing around in my bed. I knew there was some sort of chemistry here. Damned if I know whether it’s plain old combustion, nuclear fusion or some kind of fucking alchemy. I’m too far gone to know. But whatever this is, it’s fucking hot.

Burying her head in the crook of my neck, she lets out a breathy chuckle. ‘Fuck,’ she repeats.

‘Yep.’ I’m also lost for words.

I take a moment, revelling in the earthy scent of her release.

I need more.

‘I … you … fuck.’ She lifts her face up, giving me a coy grin and a shake of her head.

‘I’m gonna need you to do that again.’ I lift her up and her legs tighten around my waist.

I start to move towards the back of the pub, towards the private quarters.

She braces her hands on my shoulders. ‘Woah, soldier, where are you taking me?’

‘Upstairs.’ Pausing, I suck on the skin where her neck meets her shoulder.

‘There isn’t time,’ she sighs.

What? I’ve only just got started.

‘I need to taste you,’ I grind out, my lips pressed to her throat. ‘And you still need to scream my name.’

‘Bar,’ she manages to say before crumpling back onto me, her mouth kissing along my collarbone, fingernails trailing down my back.

Flames ripping through me, I hold her strong and carry her over to the end of the bar.

As I perch Ella on the glossy wood, she frees her hands from behind me and curls a finger into my waistband. Sliding it round, she grazes my stomach, leaving a streak of fire in its place. Her other hand starts to fiddle with my flies.

I catch hold of her. Pulling my mouth away from her sweet skin, I rest my forehead against hers, noses touching.

‘Ladies first,’ I manage to choke out, my breath ragged. ‘I’ve not given you what you asked for, yet.’

Purposefully, I bring her hands up, gripping them together at the wrist like my fingers are a cuff.

She gives me an innocent kind of pout, her bottom lip running through her teeth, like she doesn’t know what she’s doing to me.

This woman is a fucking siren.

I would willingly get smashed into a thousand jagged rocks to hear my name on her lips again.

I kiss her once more, but she pulls free of my grip, her hands tussling to grab onto me, fingers sliding over my hair. The scrape of her nails leaves tingles on my scalp.

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