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|Hook Me(Men of Inked #2) by Chelle Bliss|
I was about to explode if she wiggled anymore against me.
Her hand moved through the drawer as she put on an acrobatic act to stop me from seeing the contents. “Got it,” she said as her hand emerged with a condom wrapper before she pushed the drawer closed.
I captured her fingers in my mouth as they fell from my eyes. Sucking the soft digits, I ran my tongue along her succulent flesh.
She held the wrapper up to my eyes as her eyes rolled back in her head. “You play dirty,” she whispered.
I released her fingers as I squeezed her ass roughly in my palms. “You have no idea, Mia.” I kissed her, not wanting a reply.
She fisted my hair, sucking on my bottom lip as I carried her into the shower. As her back collided with the cold tile, gasping in my mouth.
I rubbed my throbbing c**k against her pu**y, loving the sounded of her moans. She felt velvety soft and I didn’t know how much longer I could wait to be inside.
I wanted to touch her, holding her body up in my arms just wasn’t doing it for me. Moving to the small corner bench, I placed her body on it and stood.
“Condom?” I asked, stroking my shaft.
She watched with wide eyes, and placed the wrapper in my palm softly.
I tore open the wrapper with my teeth, as she stared, memorized by my movement. I rolled it down paying careful attention to each piercing, not wanting to tear the thin latex.
I picked her up and placed her in my lap as I sat down, my ass handing over the edge slightly. I licked a trail to her collarbone – the saltiness filling my tongue as I continued my descent to her breast. I leaned her body back, holding her in my grip as I tried to get a better angle. I captured her nipple in my mouth and her head fell back, a moan escaping her lips. I ran my tongue over the hardness and bit down.
“Jesus,” she said, as she rubbed against my cock, writhing in my arms.
Reaching between us, I ran my fingers through her wetness before found her clit. As I rubbed making tiny circles, her movement became more demanding, as she pressed herself against my hand. “Not yet. I want to feel your pu**y squeeze the life out of my c**k when you come.”
“I make no promises if you don’t do it soon.” She took control of the situation as she pushed harder, rocking her hips. Her moans grew louder.
I moved my hand, denying her what she had been so close to accomplishing.
She glared at me, stilling her body against me.
Leaning back, I stroked my c**k against her body before I pushed… slowly. I had to go slow, I felt like I’d come at any moment if I didn’t move at the torturous pace.
I held her by the hips as I gripped her roughly. I didn’t want her to slam down on my shaft and take it deep, at least not yet. I pulled her body down, impaling her with my c**k as I sucked her nipple in my mouth.
When her pu**y was an inch from having my entire shaft buried inside her I thrust my hips upward, burying my dick inside her.
She let out a gasp as the tip hit her cervix. “Oh,” she said as her eyes closed partially and I pulled out just as slow as I went in, not releasing her hips or giving her the ability to f**k me.
“Feel them?” I asked, studying her face.
“Yes, oh. My. God. I. Do,” she said stumbling on each word as I moved in and out of her.
I couldn’t control myself anymore. Fuck this. I never liked slow. I wasn’t built for it.
Her feet were barely touching the floor as I pulled her down my length. I controlled her like a ragdoll in my arms as I f**ked her.
God, she felt fanfuckingtastic.
My thighs burned as I plunged inside of her, pulling her against me with each thrust.
The impact was volcanic.
The sound of our skin slapping and the water sloshing in shower filled the small space, echoing. Her moans grew louder with each collision until her body trembled in my arms.
I couldn’t hold out any longer. I picked up the speed, using my dick as a battering ram and her pu**y as the object of its blow.
Her body bounced in my arms, her limbs moving on their own as her head fell back, exposing her neck.
“Eyes on me, Mia. I own this orgasm. I earned it.”
Her head snapped forward and she stared at me with glassy eyes. Her tits bounced with each blow – a spectacular f**king sight.
My brute force drove her over the edge as she screamed, her pu**y milking my cock. I rammed into her as my balls grew tight and my dick began to jerk. My entire body tingled, as all my muscles grew stiff.
I began to shake.
I couldn’t remember the last time I came with such intensity. It was better than any high I ever chased in my life. Mia became my new addiction.
Wrapping a towel around my body, I looked at him with a small grin. “Michael, will you stay tonight? I’m not looking for anything more from you, but I’d...”
He put his finger against my lips. “I’ll stay, Mia, I want to.” He pulled his finger away, smiling.
He looked beautiful with a towel around his waist; tiny droplets of water sliding down his muscular torso.
“I mean, I don’t want...”
He shook his head, wrapping me in his arms. “Woman, I said I want to. No one makes me do anything I don’t want to. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than with you. Can you stop talkin’ and get that fine ass in bed?”
Biting my lip, wanting to laugh, I nodded and broke free from his embrace.
“Which side?” I asked as I walked in the bedroom. “I tend to sleep in the middle.”
“The middle it is then, get in and scoot over, and I’ll work around you,” he said, following me.