by Vivi Paige
I wanted to take my time, to start by kissing her inner thighs and torturing her some more, but I simply couldn’t. I was far too hungry. Without a moment’s hesitation, I went straight for the kill. I crushed my mouth against her aching pussy, slipping my tongue past her inner lips, and closed my eyes as her sweet taste inundated me.
She tasted as good as she looked.
Devouring her with the intensity of a madman, I draped one forearm over her waist and kept her pinned against the wall. My fingers drooped down and I reached for her clit. I applied just the right amount of pressure with my thumb, and she responded in kind, pushing herself against my mouth in an almost delirious way.
“Oh god,” I heard her say, her voice dipping into a low whine as she ran her fingers through my hair. Yanking on the strands, she pulled me in, forcing me to press my mouth against her pussy as hard as I could. I was more than happy to oblige.
I lashed out with my tongue, and soon enough I had my lips wrapped around her clit. My tongue danced around it, stroking it at a steady rhythm, and my fingers went down to caress her drenched folds. This time, though, I managed to summon a semblance of self-control.
Instead of easing myself in, I kept moving my fingers up and down the length of her wet lips. I teased until she couldn’t take it anymore, the swaying of her hips becoming almost too feverish, and only then did I change gears. Moving fast, I pushed my fingers deep inside her, curling them upward.
I pressed my fingertips against the hidden ridges inside her, and her body felt as if it were boiling. The warmth coming off of her skin was like that of a furnace, which just made me even harder. Devouring her as if that was the last thing I would ever do in this life, I moved my fingers in and out of her, my pace merciless and vicious.
“That feels so fucking good,” she moaned, her quivering voice filling the room. As if to prove her point, she lifted one leg up and laid it over my shoulder, offering me an even better angle. I redoubled my efforts then, my tongue stroking her clit until I could almost feel it throbbing, and my fingers worked as hard as a fast-moving piston.
Then it happened fast.
She yanked on my hair so hard I thought she was going to tear it off my scalp as she thrust her hips at me with all of her strength. Tiny spasms ran across her inner lips, and the moans coming out from her mouth were the most perfect sounds I had ever heard. It was glorious.
“Come over here,” she rasped, her body still trembling as she took my hand. She pulled me up to my feet, and before I had the time to regain my composure, she threw her arms over my shoulders and kissed me. Our tongues wrestled maniacally as she tasted herself on me, and her hands were already busy with ridding me of my belt.
I heard the leather slide across the loops, and then a metallic clink as the buckle hit the ground. Next thing I knew, I was kicking off my shoes and flinging my pants to a corner of the room. She didn’t even give me the time to breathe.
Pressing one hand against my hard length, she tightened her fingers around it and stroked me over my boxer briefs, her movements as furious as mine had been. She was grabbing me so tightly that pain blended with pleasure, and I couldn’t stop myself from groaning.
“I think it’s time I return the favor.” She rested her forehead against mine and looked straight into my eyes. I saw flames dancing there, her smile that of someone just as wicked as me. Taking my hand, she led me across the room and toward the bed, the portholes above showing the blue, gentle surface of the ocean. She spun me around, and once the back of my knees met the bedframe, she gave me a hard push. I went down.
The mattress shifted under my weight as I crashed down on it, and Belle added to it by jumping on after me. She yanked my boxer briefs down, my cock springing free to salute her, and that wickedness in her expression turned into insatiable hunger. As she looked down at my hardness, she subconsciously dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, and it didn’t take a genius to know what she was going to do next.
Holding my breath, I readied myself.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Usually, things don’t happen like this.
When I’m in the mood—as in, I can’t even think straight—the last thing I want to do is go down on a man. That always felt like foreplay to me and, if I’m already hungry and ready, why bother with it? Right then and there, though, I realized the error of my ways. It was different with Peter.
I locked my eyes on his and rested both hands on his chest. Slowly, I moved my fingers down to his washboard abs, feeling every groove and ridge of his hard-packed muscles. I lessened my pace once I was dangerously close to his hard cock. As if to tell me he would accept no delays, his cock throbbed, and my heart tightened inside my chest as my gaze was drawn to his length.
It didn’t matter how many times I got to see his hardness, I didn’t think I’d ever stop being surprised by his size. God had sure created a messed-up world, but he made no mistakes as far as Peter Mayne was concerned. Sure, he could be a bit roguish at times, which just added to his charm, but I doubted anyone was as handsomely built as him. Not that it was all about his body. As rough around the edges as he was, his headstrong character and protective instincts drew me in like a moth to a flame.
Kneeling between his legs, I gripped his cock by the root and offered him the devil’s smile. I pressed my thumb against his tip, relishing just how hard he was, and only then did I flick my wrist. My hand ran up and down his entire length at a gentle rhythm, and in that same rhythm, I finally leaned close.
I kept my eyes on him as I reached for his cock, slowly parting my lips to let my tongue out. I only broke eye contact once I touched his flesh, and my eyelids fluttered as I rested my tongue against the tip of his hardness. I swirled my tongue around it and, as slowly as I possibly could, I kept lowering myself until I had my lips sealed around him. He exhaled sharply, and I knew I had him.
I rolled my lips down his entire length with a quick movement, only stopping when I felt him against the back of my throat. I held my position there for a couple of seconds and only moved once he laid both his hands on my head. He ran his fingers through my hair, but instead of offering to dictate the rhythm, he merely waited to see what I intended. He did the right thing. After all, I was about to put on a show.
Closing my eyes, I bobbed my head at break-neck speed, my lips never breaking the seal they had formed around his hardness. His fingers turned into claws, and when he raised his hips up from the mattress, he finally attempted to dictate the pace.
I wasn’t going to let that fly.
Pulling back, his cock sliding out from between my lips, I gripped it by the base and tightened my fingers around it hard enough for him to wince.
“I don’t think so,” I said with a laugh. “You see, I also know how to be in charge.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Both his eyebrows arched, and a slanted grin appeared on his face. I didn’t have the time to react. He moved fast, sat up on the bed, and reached for me. Taking a hold of my wrist, he pulled me into him and spun me around. Before I even knew what the hell had happened, I was flat on my back with Peter towering over me. Not exactly a bad situation to be in, mind you.
“Let’s see who’s really in charge then,” he whispered, his words dripping with lust. Placing his hands on the back of my knees, he dragged me across the mattress toward him. He laid down on top of me, and I reacted on pure instinct.
Moving as fast as he had, I wrapped my legs and arms around him to trap him in place. “Yeah, let’s see.”
He pushed his hard member against my wet inner lips, but he didn’t thrust right away. Instead, he merely allowed one inch inside me, taking his time. I gasped as I felt the size of his hard length stretching me wide, and my lungs worked overtime to draw in air. Slowly, he kept easing himself in, but it didn’t take long before my patience reached its limits.
Gritting my teeth, I used my legs to reel him in, and the last inches of his cock slid right in. Fireworks exploded inside my head as my insi
des adjusted to his size, and I arched my back so fast I thought my spine would snap.
“How can you be this perfect?” Peter murmured in a low whisper, rocking his hips at a steady rhythm. His movements became more frantic with each passing second, and soon enough he thrust at full speed, ravaging me like only he could. “Swear to God, Belle,” he continued, his lips now against my ear, “you’re one of a kind.”
I opened my mouth to answer, but no words appeared. Instead, I let out a low whimper, my pleasure turning into sound. I dug my fingernails into his shoulder blades, sinking them into his flesh, but he didn’t even register the action. He just kept thrusting harder and harder, pistoning into me with a fury that would put any mortal to shame.
At that moment, whatever divide was between our bodies simply vanished, and we became one. I had never been a fan of clichés, but they were unavoidable when it came to Peter.
“Harder,” I breathed out, matching each of his thrusts. I felt the exact same fury that had taken him, the kind that wouldn’t be denied, and I surrendered to it wholly. I matched his intensity with all I had, and it was only a matter of time until my muscles complained. I didn’t pay them any attention. If anything, that just made me want to go even harder.
“As hard as you want.” He rested his forehead against mine as he kept on thrusting. I placed both my hands on his face and looked straight into his eyes. For a moment, time seemed to slow down around us. Everything was perfect.
When time resumed its usual pace, it felt like the dominoes of lust had fallen inside me. First, my heart exploded into a gallop. Then my eyelids fluttered, and my eyes rolled back. My entire body became as tense as a nocked arrow, and I felt like a dam on the verge of bursting.
Pleasure clawed its way up my throat, and what started as a little whine quickly turned into a violent moan. From there, my voice exploded into a loud scream of pure ecstasy, the sound of it filling the entire cabin. My fingernails went again to his back, and I clawed at his hard muscles as I came. I was lost in a thunderstorm of pleasure, and I loved every second.
“More,” I found myself saying, the words escaping me before I could even process their meaning. Luckily, Peter knew exactly what I wanted. He slid out from me and, giving me no time to catch my breath, turned me around so I was lying on my stomach. His hands caught my hips, and he forced me to go on all fours, his movements dominant and fierce.
I continued moaning until my throat became raw, but I didn’t care. My nerve endings were drinking in all the ecstasy, and the effort and pain were nothing but insignificant details.
“I’m gonna—”
“I’m gonna—”
We said it at the same time, our bodies and minds in complete sync, and we tumbled down pleasure’s abyss as one. I collapsed on top of the mattress, my entire body trembling as a seizure of pleasure took over, and Peter followed me. His hard cock remained inside me, unleashing more of his warm seed each time it throbbed, and I just lay there and relished every second.
“That was amazing.” Peter rolled to the side and sprawled his limbs on the mattress. I did the same, but I was breathing so hard I couldn’t even speak. Lying there, I let the gentle swaying of the yacht ground me to reality, the chatter and laughing from Peter’s Boyz coming from outside.
“It was perfect,” I finally managed to say, nestling my body against his. I laid my head on his chest and closed my eyes, his steady heartbeat letting me know I was safe. No matter what happened, Peter would always be there for me. It wasn’t just about being safe, though. In his arms, I felt like I was home.
“C’mere,” he suddenly said, jumping out of the bed and getting inside his clothes. I arched one eyebrow at him, but he just motioned me to follow him. As quickly as I could, I got up and draped the bedsheets around my naked body. I followed him out of the cabin, just in time to see him shooing the Boyz into their own space.
The sun was finally starting to disappear, a deep blue tone unfurling across the horizon to reveal a star-sprinkled sky. Only a few tendrils of orange light remained, and they bounced off the soft, rolling waves like precious gems.
“I wouldn’t exactly call this epic,” he finally said, a gentle smile spreading across his lips, “but I like the setting.” Without looking away from me, he reached inside his back pocket and retrieved a velvety box. “The first time I laid eyes on you, Belle Barrie, I knew that you would change my life for good. And the first time my lips touched yours, I knew I needed to have you in my life.” He sucked in a deep breath, and only then did I realize what was happening. “And I’ll always need you in my life, Belle.”
“Oh god,” I whispered as I watched him go down on one knee. He popped the box open to reveal a diamond ring, the last remnants of the setting sun reflecting on its surface, and I couldn’t stop myself from gasping. Or crying.
“Belle Barrie,” he said, “will you—”
Before he was done with his proposal, I launched myself into his arms. We both fell onto the deck, and I only offered him an answer after I had crushed my mouth against his.
“Yes,” I whispered against his lips. “Yes, I will marry you.”
Gently, he slipped the ring into my finger and then laid his lips against my forehead. He ran his fingers through my hair, tucking a few locks of it over my right ear. His smile was smooth, and there was tenderness in his gaze.
“I never thought I’d be the kind of guy to want a family, you know?” he said. “But now that I’ve found you… I can’t wait to get started.”
“You want a family?” I repeated, not sure if I had heard it right. Behind my eyes flashed images of a mini-Peter running around with a roguish smile, and I imagined him with the same blond hair I have. Happiness washed over me.
“Yes,” he said, “yes, I do.”
“I never thought you’d be the kind to—”
“I know,” he cut me short, “but you know what?”
“What?”
“I think it’s time for me to grow up.”
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She thinks she can escape me? She’s wrong.
She will never escape.
Ella Ashmore was perfect.
Hell, she still is.
Kind. Sweet. Pretty.
A body that doesn’t quit.
She’d have guys lined up around the block if they weren’t so worried I’d kill them for looking.
Because I never stopped loving her.
Even when she found out about me. About my family.
Got sickened and disgusted about what I did for a living.
Told me to get the hell out.
Sure, I left.
But I knew I’d be back.
That I’d make her mine.
And now… I’m back, baby.
She needed saving.
She put herself out there. For sale.
Anyone coulda had her.
But I got her.
I paid good money for her.
And now I’m going to collect.
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