What does he want?
Why did he have a gun?
The questions swirl around in my head, but the happiness of seeing him overrides everything, and I get lost in him all over again when he touches my face.
The warmth of his fingers on my skin seeps in and goes straight to my heart. That warmth grows when he runs his fingers over my cheek and the tears I was holding back start to escape.
This is the second time that this man has come to my emotional rescue and given me exactly what I needed. A simple touch from a stranger. It’s too crazy, and I know I would sound like some desperate woman if I explained it to anybody.
But there’s that look again. Deep in his eyes, he looks at me like I’m everything and enough, and I can’t believe a man as perfect as this could look at me like that.
So, when he leans forward, I move to him too, and our lips meet for a kiss that sings through my soul and sparks need, want, and desire all at once in my body.
His lips on mine steal my thoughts, and I don’t care about anything besides him touching me.
As he comes closer and moves inside the house with me, I vaguely hear the door close. Knowing we’re inside where no one can see us unleashes my greed, and I find myself tugging at his shirt.
We kiss like we want to consume each other, and something tears. It’s my dress. He rips at it, and the straps split away from my shoulders.
We sink to the ground on the plush white rug on the living room floor, where I rip his shirt so hard the buttons pop off and clatter against the floorboards.
He pauses from devouring my lips just long enough to whip his shirt off, unveiling his perfect torso, and I savor getting to see him all over again.
I gasp when he grabs both my wrist and holds my hands over my head with one of his. It’s an exertion of dominance I’m not used to, but instantly I submit.
With his other hand, he undoes his pants and takes out his cock, which is already perfectly erect. Ready to fuck me.
I’m ready for him. I never stopped being ready even when I left his bed. I was still ready, wanting more of him.
He parts my legs, shoves the dress up my thighs, and moves my panties aside so he can slide two fingers deep inside my core. I arch my back against his grasp, groaning and moaning into the pleasure that fills me.
That is the only sound that fills the space between us.
He pulls his fingers out of me, and I’m surprised again when he puts them in his mouth to lick off my glistening juice.
With a wicked, sinful smile, he traces his thumb down my neck then lingers in the deep valley between my breasts. All this time, we haven’t said anything, and he holds my gaze with a paralyzing stare that keeps me exactly where I am so he can take me and claim me the way he did nights ago.
This is wrong. I know it must be. It has to be. Who behaves like this?
Who behaves like this with a complete stranger? A man I know carries a gun. Does he have it with him now?
His gaze intensifies, piercing into my mind, and my thoughts leave me all over again when he moves the cup of my bra away so that my left breast can pop out.
His grip tightens on my wrist when he bends down to start sucking my nipple, and the walls of my pussy ache with the pleasure that ripples from his lips to my groin.
Fuck right and wrong, fuck logic. I need this. I need what he’s doing to me and what he plans to do next.
I want and need it, and I will be selfish. I’m going to be selfish when it comes to him and take the pleasure. It beats the pain and the disappointment in myself for not being stronger against everyone who tried to have a say in my life.
This is reckless, but I’m picking my poison and making it my medicine. So, I’m allowing this wild, reckless man to do what he wants to me.
He growls when I arch my breast into his mouth, and he takes in more of the flesh, like he can’t get enough of me. It drives me insane, and I don’t want him to stop.
He moves to my other breast, and the little clasp holding my bra together comes undone.
He starts the same wild suckle, taking me like he’s tasting me and enjoying the flavor of me in his mouth. That works perfectly because I’m enjoying his mouth on me and the way he’s working my body to life with that wild desire.
I climb the wave of passion as he takes me higher and higher to what I know will be a blissful orgasm that will leave my head spinning. He takes me right there, and pleasure comes for me. Ultimate and utter pleasure like liquid flames scorch me deep. The cascade and effect are spellbinding and earth shattering all at once.
That’s just the effect of his mouth. I want it all. His mouth and his cock inside me, giving me the same pleasure.
I’m coming hard, and I want to come with his mouth giving my breast that wild suckle. Donny seems to have other ideas for me, however, because he stops, takes hold of his cock to position himself between my thighs, and plunges deep into my core. And oh. My. God…
He feels so damn good. So good.
I want him so bad I moan out loud, and the sound that escapes my lips is embarrassingly needy. It just encourages him to take me harder.
He holds me down for a few moments so he has control over my body as he drives his pumps into me. Waves of pleasure slap over my body again, and again, and again. The restraint only heightens the pleasure in a way I never imagined possible. He’s holding me in it so I can feel everything he gives me in undiluted waves that I take and relish.
Greed makes me want more and more. Greed makes me want him to never stop, not ever even if we stay here just like this forever.
His pumps speed up, and the sounds of sex fills the room. Him and me, our bodies joined together, the groans and moans of pleasure falling from our lips.
I come hard, crying out the pleasure, and it’s then that he releases my wrists and straightens up so he can grab my hips and drive into me harder.
I grasp the fibers of the rug, coming away with the fur as I take his relentless pumps that rock my body from reality. He speeds up, and I know this has to be it for the two of us. It feels too damn good.
Sparks of lightning speckle my vision. The vein at the side of his neck pulses as he grits his teeth and starts rutting into me with animalistic need. I cry out, and he groans, growling as he jackhammers into my body, blowing hot cum into me like a hurricane of molten heat.
I’m hot all over as the intense pleasure claws at my insides. My skin is on fire, buzzing and tingling from the sensation, and I can’t catch my breath.
He’s breathing hard too, looking down at me. There’s an element of shock in his eyes that I don’t miss. I think he was surprised by his reaction to me too. Just as much as I was at myself.
He pulls out of me, but it’s like I can still feel him inside me and all over.
He lowers himself next to me and slips his arm around my waist. Surprise fills me because I don’t know what we’re doing.
“Hi,” he says. It sounds strange to hear his voice piercing the silence of the sexual haze that surrounds us.
“Hello,” I answer and try to bite back a smile when he caresses my lips with a soft kiss.
His pants are hanging low on his hips, and his cock is still out, but he reaches into the pocket and pulls out my bracelet.
Oh my God. I didn’t even realize I’d lost it. It’s one of Dad’s many presents.
“I came to give you this. You… left it in my bed.” he says.
“Thank you. You… came to give me my bracelet?” I smile now, touched he came to see me.
“Yeah…” He takes my left hand to slip the bracelet on. “Maybe it was an excuse to see you again.”
“Maybe?”
“No… I’m lying. It was. I wanted to see you again. Was that okay?”
I nod, and he smiles.
“It was perfect. Do you want to go upstairs?” I’m keeping him here for as long as I can, and I don’t care about anything else.
“Yeah, Bella, you can take me upstairs.”
C
hapter Eight
Donny
My head brushes against the silky pillow that smells just like her. It’s like jasmine and honeysuckle. Like the honeysuckle that grows at my parents’ home. The family home.
The flowers grew wild, and Ma liked them, so Pa had the gardeners create an amazing garden of hanging honeysuckle that smelled magical in the spring and summer. That’s what Willow reminds me of.
Fuck… what has this woman done to me? What the fuck has she done to me? I keep thinking back to when I first saw her at the club. If I’d known she would have had this intense effect on me, what would I have done? Would I have still pursued her?
Fuck yeah.
Her hand sliding up and down my cock makes that question a fucking no-brainer, as does her gorgeous naked body pressed up against mine with her mouth devouring my lips as she kisses me.
Jesus Christ. This is really bad for me right now. I can’t be here. I need to leave.
I’ve been here all night, and every time we have sex, I keep thinking one more time, one last time. One more time, one last time.
But I can’t get enough.
I can’t fucking get enough of her no matter what I do, and I’m pretty sure it’s close to lunchtime.
Willow presses closer and deepens her kiss, so I smooth my hand behind her head and kiss her back roughly, taking back control.
I like to be in control, but fuck damn, do I like her taking it from me. Like now, as she counters my hold by running her fingers through my hair.
The moan she makes in my mouth has my cock hard again. Ready to be inside her. I can’t remember when last I had sex so many times in any night, and what we got up to last night was worse than the first night we spent together. We continued right through the morning. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had her. If she wasn’t riding my cock, I was on top of her or behind her. We’ve been indulging, and I don’t want to stop. Thank God she’s on birth control because the standard eight pack of condoms I carry would have finished long ago.
She giggles against my lips when I smooth my fingers down her body and squeeze her left nipple. I noticed that she likes me playing with her breasts, and since I’ll do anything to hear that sound again, I continue to play. Her giggle becomes a steady moan, and I start rolling the taut peak between my fingers.
“You like that, Bella?” I ask. It’s strange every time I speak because we haven’t done much talking. The only thing we spoke about was her aunt. She said she’d be back tomorrow at some point.
“I love it,” she coos, and her bright blue eyes sparkle with a lust-filled heat that sends an ache through my cock.
“I’ll keep doing it, then.”
“Yes, please,” she answers and runs her delicate fingers over my forearm.
I know what else she likes. I smile down at her in my arms and bend my neck to start sucking her breasts. Just as I thought, she arches into my mouth and runs her fingers through my hair, urging me to continue.
I want to be inside her though. That’s the one constant, but fuck… I need to get to that point where I can gain some control back of my mind and leave.
It’s careless of me to forget responsibility completely. I should check in with Alex and call Gibbs. At the very least I need to find out if Gibbs got anything on Mario. I haven’t looked at my phone once since I’ve been here, and I heard a few messages come through.
My traitorous brain told me that it was just messages, and if there was anything important, I’d get a call. That’s what I kept allowing my damn self to think so I could indulge in this beauty.
I should get the phone and look at the messages, but the same part of me that wants her knows that the minute I look, I’ll have to go. I can’t bring myself to leave her, and not when I know she needs me.
There’s something inside me that craves her need for me. There’s also something inside me that awoke nights ago from the second I touched her. It made me need her too.
It’s making me need her again, and the way she’s touching me is driving me insane, just like last night. I’m falling into the trap again.
Another spell of lust is coming, ready to seize us both, and I can’t wait to be inside her.
I release her nipples and reach for her, but she playfully rolls away from me.
“My turn,” she says, running her little pink tongue over her pouty mouth, and I don’t know how I don’t embarrass myself by blowing my load right here in front of her.
“What do you want to do to me, Bella?”
“I want your cock.”
The hell with responsibility. I can’t say no to this broad. She’s done a fucking number on me, and I’m letting her.
She gets up and moves between my legs, taking my cock with those long, slender fingers. She runs her fingers from the base to tip, playing with my length that grows in her hands.
That gorgeous mass of hair falls over her shoulder like a rain of velvet when she lowers her head to take my cock into her mouth. As those lips cover my length and take me in, I feel like the luckiest man alive.
I watch her and run my hand over her head as she pleasures me. Her breasts bounce, and as her tight nipples turn a darker shade of pink I can’t resist touching her.
I fondle her nipples, but then she starts sucking my cock harder and I release her.
Her head bobs up and down as she sucks and takes me in so deep, I think she might choke. The pleasure she gives me is unreal, and fuck damn, I think I’m only maintaining control because I want the pleasure of her mouth more than I want the release.
When she starts massaging my balls, however, the need to take her returns with a vengeance, and I grab her arm so she stops.
“Bella, I want to be inside you,” I tell her, and she smiles.
“Do you now?”
“Yes. One more time.” It’s a lie. I know it for a lie, and she moans, uncaring whether it’s a lie or not. She wants me too.
“I like that sound you make,” I add, and she laughs. I know I’m doing things right when I hear that. “Let me give you more pleasure, Bella.”
“Yes, you can stay forever and give me pleasure.”
She wouldn’t like to know how appealing forever sounds and how much I want to do that. I want it so bad it scares the shit out of me. I’m like a snake in the angel’s bed, and she doesn’t even know it. I’m too much of a selfish bastard to try and leave her alone though.
“Be careful what you wish for, mio bella.”
“I’m happy with this wish,” she answers, and her eyes give away too much emotion. “It beats everything else.”
Something happened to her. Something that made her cry. I haven’t thought about it on purpose because I have a feeling it’s a guy. Some man who hurt her. I know I’m the rebound, but that doesn’t make me want to leave her bed any more than the fact that I have things I have to take care of.
I’m soothing her by being here, and while I’m here with her, I want her to think of only me. Nobody else.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I tell her, and a saucy smile brightens her beautiful face.
One more time, and I’ll try to leave. I’ll try harder this time.
My beautiful goddess gets on her hands and knees, and I admire her pretty pussy. I look over the perfection of her as she pushes her lush ass into the air, ready for me to take her. I allow my gaze to follow the perfect outline of her curves and her breasts hanging before her like large pink-tipped melons with the nipples pebbled. What I love more is the way she’s willing to give herself to me.
She wants me, and I want her. No questions required, just this infernal desire for each other.
I lick over her mound and stroke her entrance, inhaling her arousal. It’s feminine and sexy just like she is.
I relish the feel of her and get ready to make her mine all over again. She belongs to me in these moments. I know I can’t keep her, but right now she’s mine. In these moments when we join like that and I take her, she’s my girl. My doll. And I’ll live
out the fantasy however I choose.
I line up my cock and push into her, inching in slowly as opposed to the usual way that I’ve been taking her. If this is one last time, then I want to remember it.
I push in deep, and she winces, grabbing her breasts so she can massage her nipples. The sight is so erotic and hot it makes my mouth water and I have to swallow hard to keep from drooling. Her continuous play of her nipples makes me lose control of the slow rhythm I was going for, and I start to fuck her hard.
She stops her caress and presses her hands into the bed to keep herself from falling over. I take the chance to grab her hips tighter so I can get a firmer grip as I pump into her harder. When my balls tighten in response to the pounding, I know I’m nigh on release, but still I hold on and try to fight it. She feels too good and even better when she cries out as her orgasm takes her.
Her walls wrap around my cock tight and squeeze me like a vice, and I blow into her, feeling drained. We both give in and surrender control. But fuck… I’m left wanting her more than I did moments ago.
It’s the same thing all over again. I want her, and one more time and one last time won’t cut it.
She collapses onto the stack of pillows when I pull out of her, and I slip off the bed, heading into the ensuite bathroom to grab some tissues to clean off my cock. I catch sight of myself in her mirror and am shocked by the glow on my skin.
The guys would have a field day if they saw me like this. Shit. I can’t even laugh at myself because what am I doing?
She must have questions. She hasn’t even asked me how I found her, and I get the feeling that she’s fighting reality just as much as I am.
I grab some tissues for her and walk back out to hand them to her.
She’s glowing too, and her skin looks more sun-kissed with an afterglow of wild sex with me.
I smile as I watch her clean herself off, and I’m just about to reach for her again when the door pushes open.
“I bought bonbons and—” says a classy-looking woman with a grocery bag.
I just about manage to grab the pillow to cover my cock before her mouth drops and Willow shrieks, covering herself too.
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