“Stardust”—GeminiSyndrome
“What?” I asked, trying to gather the breath he’d stolen with his unexpected question.
He set his bottle on the desk and lowered himself to his knees. Rough hands cradled my face. Steady as a rock, he held my gaze and wet his bottom lip before he said, “That was probably the suckiest of proposals. I told you I loved you, and I told you that you were mine. I don’t think just having a house together will be enough for me. I need to know that you’re my wife—my other half.”
“You know I’m not the same girl you knew all those years ago. I still love you, but I’m not her. Not anymore.”
“I know, and I think I love you even more for it. It was your soul I loved before—and that’s still there. It’s the badass woman you’ve become that I love now.” His expression told me he was feeling like a big fat sap, so I wasn’t surprised when he frowned, then gruffly grumbled, “Don’t make me throw you over my shoulder again to get you to answer.”
I laughed. “Maybe you should spank me instead?”
A wicked grin lifted his lips, and he leaned forward to grip my bottom lip with his teeth. The metal of my lip ring clinked against his teeth before he gently sucked on it and pressed his tongue in to tangle with mine. When he broke free, we were both a little breathless.
His phone vibrated, and he groaned before he pulled it from his pocket. He read the message and sighed. Then he looked up. “I have time for a quickie if you do.”
No need to ask me twice, I jumped up out of the chair, completely ignoring the chat I’d been in. My hands went to the hem of his shirt, and his to mine. In frenzied movements, we stripped each other down, and he had me lying on the bed, legs spread, before I could blink.
“God, I wish I had time to worship you properly,” he said into my pussy before he swiped his tongue in and up around my clit. Then he demanded, “Over” as he started to flip me to my hands and knees.
“Hurry,” I urged, knowing he didn’t have much time. His hand cracked against my ass, and my head automatically swiveled to stare at him. Softly, his hand circled and rubbed the now heated area.
“You told me to,” he said with a cocked brow. My mouth opened and closed several times, because I didn’t know what to say. It seemed wrong to say I kind of liked that.
He wasn’t really waiting for a reply, though. The soft tip of his cock probed at my slippery pussy, and I whimpered.
“You want it rough or easy?”
“Fuck me, goddamn it,” I ground out as I pushed back in an attempt to get him deeper.
He chuckled. “Greedy.”
But he did as I wanted. One hand wound my hair up, and he pulled my head back as the other held my hip in a bruising grip. He slammed home, and it knocked the breath from me with a grunted huff.
“You’re mine, Laila,” he said as he pounded relentlessly into my eager pussy. The slapping of our bodies with each thrust was a sound I loved almost as much as how good he felt banging the fuck out of me.
“Yours,” I agreed—at that point I’d have agreed to damn near anything to ensure he didn’t stop.
“This tight, hot cunt is mine, isn’t it?” The dirty words were said in a carnal and almost primal growl as he fucked me harder.
“God, yes,” I gasped, reveling in how amazing he was in bed.
The hand clenching my hair pulled until I was up on my knees and then he twisted it to turn my head as he captured my mouth in a messy, needy, almost brutal kiss. The other hand moved from my hip up my side to squeeze my breast and pinch my nipple. If the piercings didn’t make them sensitive enough, his deft fingers did.
“You feel. So. Mother. Fuckin’. Good.” He said each word between a savage thrust. Then his hand skimmed from my breast over my heated flesh to find my oversensitive clit. Mercilessly, he played that little bundle of nerves until he drove me over the edge.
My climax was explosive and damn near violent in its intensity. He stroked twice through my clenching core before he shoved himself so deep, I nearly went numb, and his thick cock pulsed, filling me. Still, he didn’t stop, simply slowed as he grunted with each throb of his cock until I could feel our cum running down my inner thighs.
Kisses rained along the side of my neck as we both fought for oxygen. His corded arms wrapped tightly around me and held my sweaty back to his equally slick front.
“Goddamn, baby,” he murmured before pressing his lips to the sensitive spot behind my ear.
“That was…” I had no words.
He coughed out a laugh. “I know. But I’m sorry, I have church. Warned you it would be quick.”
“Mmm, okay,” I said, ready to curl up in the sheets that smelled like his perfect blend of sexy man.
We both let out a disappointed groan when he slipped free. Our combined release painted my thighs worse than before, but I honestly didn’t give two shits.