by Aria Cole
Her eyebrow shot up, a small smile turning her full lips. Fuck, I wanted those lips around my cock, the tip hitting the back of her throat as my rough hands pushed through her hair. I wanted everything with this woman.
“It looks amazing.” She dragged one finger up the thick vein that throbbed from the base to the tip, one painted nail dusting across the metal bar that pierced the ridge of my cock.
“Wait until you feel it.” I cupped her fist around my shaft, the tip already leaking thick beads of precome at just the thought of being buried inside of her.
“I’m not on anything,” she confessed. “But I might have a condom in my bathroom.”
I growled, the idea of a single scrap of anything coming between us more than I was willing to handle. “Not tonight, precious. Tonight’s just you and me. I’m so fucking squeaky clean I can show you my test results on my phone right now.”
“I believe you.” Her hands cupped my cheeks, drawing me in for a slow kiss. “I believe you, Hudson.”
Her legs locked around my waist then, the tip of my cock sliding against her entrance and sending stars rocketing behind my vision, that little ball of metal doing its job and rubbing her and me in all the right places.
“Jesus, woman.” I laid my forehead against hers, sucking in one long breath as my mind raged. I hovered at her entrance, everything in me wanting to plow in, claim what was mine, but I had to show her this was more. How could I show her this didn’t just end here?
“Give me your phone number,” I demanded, fishing my own phone out of my jeans pocket.
“What?” she moaned, lips working against my ear and sending me on a delicious path to pleasure and destruction.
“I’m not fucking you until you know what this means to me.”
“What does it mean?” she murmured, fingertips dancing across my shoulders.
“It means you can't run out on me. It means we wake up in the morning, and you’re mine just as much as you are right now.” I closed her lips with a forceful kiss, showing her exactly what I meant. “I like you all quivering and needy underneath me, precious. I like knowing I own your orgasms and that pretty pink pussy.”
Her sparkling baby blues flared. I held up my phone, waiting patiently, my dick teasing just close enough to touch but not nearly enough to provide any release. I had to get what I wanted first, and what I wanted was her—tomorrow…and all the rest of the days.
“Give me what I want, and you get what you want.” I dragged my dick along the hot seam of her cunt, enjoying the shudder that burned through her.
“That little barbell…” she whispered.
“Is amazing. Wait until you feel it scraping against your clit.” I plucked at her nipple.
In one quick breath, she rattled off her phone number, and luckily, I was fast enough to catch it all before hitting save and dumping my phone on the floor. “I find out that’s a bogus number, I will find a way to punish you.”
“Punish?” Her eyes locked on mine, lip caught between her teeth. “What kind of punishment?”
“Whatever I can think of to make you wither in pain and in pleasure.” I snaked a hand around her neck, holding her firmly as I touched our lips, kissing her slowly, tentatively, my dick sliding a little harder, a little deeper with each pass.
Her nails dug into my sides, her breath washing across my neck in desperate pants, and then finally I slipped in. And lost in her body, swimming with her soul, I fucking came alive.
With frantic thrusts, I clutched at her hips, rocking her against me as we worked a steady rhythm together. Her fingers grasped at my flesh, leaving fiery nail tracks in their wake. My teeth clung to her neck, sucking at the hollow and laving up the line of her throat before she was gasping and begging for more.
More of me.
More of us.
Sweet fucking Jesus, I think I was on the verge of losing my mind.
“Oh my God, that piercing,” she moaned. “Thank you Jesus for that piercing.”
Her words drove me on, sure I’d hit that button buried deep inside when her tight cunt quivered around my already sensitive cock.
“You like that, baby? You like the way I fuck you with that piercing?” I dragged in and out, the sighs from her lips urging me on. “I love feeling how wet you are for me. My pussy wants to come, doesn’t it? You want to gush all over my thick cock, don’t you? I can’t wait to see your sexy face while you taste yourself on my cock. I’m going to have you every which way, precious. I’m going to own every sexy inch of you,” I husked, angling her hips so I could hit a deeper spot. “I’m going to tie you up and make you mine.” I placed a kiss on her mouth. “You make me want things I didn’t know I ever wanted before.”
I tugged at the long waves of her hair, pulling her head back to mine in a possessive kiss. She moaned against my lips, causing an orgasm to barrel through my spine. Holding myself taut over her, I emptied into her sexy little body, wishing for a split second that my seed would coat her unprotected womb and plant my baby right where it belonged.
Skylar and I tied together for life sounded pretty goddamn perfect right now.
My release ebbed, my cock not even starting to soften before my hands were massaging her scalp, slipping her over to straddle me bare on the couch. Planting kisses on her neck, chest, across those pert little nipples, I doused myself in her. I could overdose on her body and die a happy man.
“You’re like a drug, Skylar.” I hummed the words at her ear.
Her body arched, nipples puckering, before I planted my mouth on hers again.
I couldn't get lost in the words. I only had feelings to give to her, and we weren’t anywhere near done yet.
Fucking Skylar felt like touching a live wire. I’d never held much respect for words like love and forever, but if this was as close as I ever got to it, I’d know that for just one night I’d touched fire, and I’d lived to tell the tale.
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Acknowledgments
I have to thank my ever so loving and patient husband. You truly are my HEA, babe! Thank you to Aria's Assassins for keeping my fire burning…I am forever grateful for your love and cheerleading! I can't thank the ArdentProse team enough. You ladies make my life so much easier and I love you for it!
To my ladies... the ladies that love to get lost in books about true and last lasting love... THANK YOU!!! Writing books you love is what keeps me going. You are my rock stars!
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