by A. J. Downey
“I need you,” he gasped.
“Oh, my God, get me out of this dress,” I demanded.
His fingers worked frantically at the line of buttons down my back while my fingers fumbled at the fastenings holding him in his tux. If it were a race, I won by a wide margin. He was three-quarters undressed while I was only halfway there.
He grunted and shoved the material off my hips and the beautiful dress puddled at my feet. He hauled me up against his body and I wrapped my legs around his hips, climbing him like my silks until I was a head and shoulders taller than him.
“Fuck that’s hot,” he muttered and took me to the bed, throwing me down. I bounced twice and he dove over the top of me, his hands bunching in my hair, holding my head back so he could feed at my mouth with his own.
“Fuck condoms, I’m on birth control and if we get pregnant, we get pregnant. I don’t care!” I gasped and he chuckled low and dark.
“Glad we’re on the same page.” He pulled my pantyhose off and took my panties with them, gazing on my naked pussy with heated desire. His look was hungry, but not for anything involving food – unless I was the main course.
I really wanted to be the main course. I wanted him inside me so badly. In my mouth, in my pussy, hell in my ass, I didn’t care, as long as he fucked me. Forget about making it good, he didn’t even have to try to make it good. He always knew just how to do me to make me come screaming and God, I wanted that, I needed that. I needed him so badly.
“Hurry up! Oh, my God, you’re killing me!”
He laughed and shoved his boxer-briefs down in front, his cock sprang free, throbbing and I bet it ached as fiercely as I did. I wrapped my fingers around it, firm but gentle, and his hips jerked. He made a strangled noise somewhere between a cry and a moan and let me stroke him a few times as he pulled me into a better position to get inside me.
“Sit up,” he demanded, and knelt on the bed. I sat up and he bodily picked me up. I reached between us and guided him into my entrance, sinking down onto him as he thrust up. We met somewhere in the middle in a passionate explosion.
My body wasn’t ready, but the pain was sweet, the pleasure that chased it intoxicating. His big arms wound around my body and crushed me to him as I buried my hands in his short hair and kissed him fiercely. He let me stop for a while, cock twitching inside me as my pussy grew accustomed to his wide girth. When I was ready, I began to move, rolling my hips, and I swear his eyes rolled back into his head.
“Oh, God, Claire… Fuck yes, like that. Just like that, baby. Fuck me, yes.”
“Mm,” I sucked in a heated breath and it hissed between my teeth as I rode him. He felt impossibly long inside me at this angle, teasing a deep spot that touched off a spark, lighting my fuse, which did a slow burn, the pleasure building, euphoria filling my veins, driving me absolutely insane as I silently begged for it to reach critical mass and send me exploding, launching me up among the stars.
I arched back, bending fluidly over his arms, leaning to where he somehow felt like he went even deeper and I ground against him. Oh, the way he looked down at me. So hot, so possessive in all the right ways. Encouraging, filled with love and light, his eyes smoldered with desire, painting me in exquisite ecstasy wherever his gaze swept over my skin. He took one arm away, holding me effortlessly with just the one, his other he used to trail his fingertips along my collarbone, between the valley of my breasts, over the slightly raised ridges of my abdomen, to the top of my sex.
He dipped his fingers into the wetness where our bodies met, where I rode him, before swirling that moisture around my clit. He teased me, he tantalized me, until I begged him to stop playing and to touch me. He gave me what I asked for and I closed my eyes and fell. I fell through the mattress, through the floor, through the nine floors of hotel below us and the through the underground. I fell and fell and fell and was burned up at the molten core of our love for one another, the fire sweeping through my body, out from my center, along every vein, sparks flitting along every nerve.
I opened my eyes and it was just me and Angel, flying among the stars.
Wait, no, that wasn’t right. While the fairy lights, the stars and sparkles, were real and white-hot at the edges of my vision, I was safe. The ceiling of the honeymoon suite resolving into focus behind Angel’s head, but still, he had a halo of those white-hot lights.
“You all right?” he asked between panting breaths, as the lights that’s seeped across my vison, began to recede back to the edges from where they’d come.
I swallowed hard, barely able to croak. I tried again, flicking my tongue against my lips.
“Again,” I whispered.
“My pleasure,” he said, laying me down.
He drove into me powerfully and I gasped, the gasp cutting off the surprised cry he wrung from me. I gripped his shoulders and raised my knees, letting my legs fall open to give him better access and he took it, grasping my thigh with one hand, the other curving up under me, his hand gently cradling my neck as he half-pulled me down to meet his upward thrust.
“Oh, God!” I screamed, and he took it for the invitation it was, ramping up the intensity until I went supernova in his grasp. I came back to myself slowly, my body dewed with sweat, pussy drenched, from me, from him, I didn’t care. I just wanted, needed more.
“Kiss me,” I begged and he kissed me. “Fuck me,” I pleaded and he laughed, panting, and said, “Just gimme a few minutes, baby.”
I whined, and he laughed again and cuddled me to him. A few moments went by and he slowly started to move inside me again. I moaned, and lay, boneless and languid beneath him as he moved inside me. Slowly now, more intimate, more loving and careful than what we’d done before.
“Do you know just how much I love you?” he whispered and I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. It felt lazy, like I was adrift and the world had gone soft around us. He smiled and said, “Oh, I was hoping you could tell me.”
I smiled and arched like a cat beneath him and he slid his arms around me, holding me close as he continued to languidly fuck me. My pussy was so wet, his cock glided in and out of me with barely any effort. It was the sloppy, lazy lovemaking that came after good sex and led into a total, satiated exhaustion, and I wanted that. I wanted him to love my body into a fucking coma. I wanted him to hold me like this and for us both to sleep for what felt like a thousand days after this.
I was drunk off his love and I didn’t ever want to sober up, not if it felt like this.
We loved each other late into the night. So. Much. Sex. It was amazing. I couldn’t get enough of him. I didn’t want to, I hoped this would never end. I made him promise it would always be like this.
“Forever and ever?” I breathed.
“Forever and ever, Amen,” he whispered against my mouth.
Amen.
I liked the finality of that.
Amen.
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The End
Also by A.J. Downey
The Sacred Hearts MC
1. Shattered & Scarred
2. Broken & Burned
3. Cracked & Crushed
3.5 Masked & Miserable (a novella)
4. Tattered & Torn
5. Fractured & Formidable
6. Damaged & Dangerous
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The Virtues
1. Cutter’s Hope
2. Marlin’s Faith
3. Charity for Nothing
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The Sacred Brotherhood
1. Brother to Brother
2. Her Brother’s Keeper
3. Brother In Arms
4. Between Brothers
5. A Brother’s Secret
6. A Brother At My Back
7. A Brother’s Salvation
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Indigo Knights
1. Her Thin Blue Lifeline
2. His Cold Blue Command
3. A Low Blue Flame
4. His Wild Blue Rose
5. Her Pained Blue Silence
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Paranormal Romance (with Ryan Kells)
1. I Am The Alpha
2. Omega’s Run
3. Hunter’s End
About the Author
A.J. Downey is the internationally bestselling author of The Sacred Hearts Motorcycle Club romance series. She is a born and raised Seattle, WA Native. She finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the people she meets, and likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine.
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She has lived many places and done many things, though mostly through her own imagination…An avid reader all of her life, it’s now her turn to try and give back a little, entertaining as she has been entertained.
Stalker Information:
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