“BornAgain”—DeadsetSociety
Ididn’t ask him any questions, because I was too relieved he made it back safe. My nose buried in his neck, I squeezed tighter.
“I was so worried about you,” I said against his skin.
“Me? Fuck, Laila. Venom filled me in on what happened. Are you sure you’re okay?” he questioned between kisses and nips to my neck and jaw.
“Physically? Yeah. Mentally? I’ll get back to you on that,” I admitted, then regretted saying anything, because he tried to peel me off him. I fought tooth and nail and held on tight.
“Baby, I don’t want to make things worse. Because things were a little… intense. I need it….” He cleared his throat and wouldn’t meet my gaze. Completely on the same page after everything that had happened, I gripped his face.
“What? You need it rough? Because I hope that’s what you mean. Every minute since the shit that went down with Luis, I’ve been numb. I need to feel. Please make me feel,” I begged.
If I thought there was going to be a mad destruction of our clothing coupled with crazy hot sex, well, I was wrong.
And right.
Savoring each inch of my skin he revealed, Ghost seductively removed my shirt, then leaned down to suck my nipple through the lace of my bra. He dropped to his knees, and his rough hands wrapped around my waist to then slip up my back to hold me captive as his tongue and mouth continued the process of soaking my panties. When the fabric was good and wet, he moved to the other one.
I gasped when the button of my jeans popped open and looked down to see he’d brought one dexterous hand around to unfasten them. Before I knew it, they were pooled around my ankles, along with the wet red lace of my thong.
Two thick fingers filled me, and I damn near wept when he began to slowly slide them in and out with a hooking motion.
My head fell back, and I threaded my fingers into his dark golden hair. A heated sigh escaped me, and I trembled with need as I impatiently tugged on his shirt.
He chuckled into my cleavage but had mercy on me, returning to his feet. “I wanted to worship you and take my time, but you’re making it hard,” he murmured as he removed his fingers from my dripping and aching slit.
Bold, I grabbed his rock-hard cock through his jeans and squeezed. “I don’t want you to take your time, and I want it hard. Hard is good,” I panted as I pulled at his T-shirt, and he lifted his arms above his head for me to tug it off. Except I was too short and ended up jumping trying to get it off.
With a smirk, he ducked his head, gripped the back, and did that hot man thing where they tug it off one-handed from the back.
Finally.
My fingers plucked at his belt, and he helped me divest his sexy ass of those pesky jeans.
“Bed,” I ordered, pointing.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a half smile before he raked his gaze over my naked body and fell back to the mattress.
I nearly giggled at the way his cock bounced when he did. Instead, I crawled up over him like a panther on the prowl. When I straddled his thighs, I wrapped my fingers around his girth and circled my thumb through the slippery precum.
His eyes slammed shut, and he shoved his head back into the pillow. His arms were beautiful as the muscles corded under his golden tan skin.
“You should let me pierce this,” I said before I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth until it stopped on the hoop. His eyes opened wide, and his mouth seemed to move but no words came out.
“Fuck. That,” he finally said, ending with an inhaled hiss when I leaned down and licked the end of his cock like it was an ice-cream cone melting in the heat. Moaning, I sucked and drew the flat of my tongue around his shaft as he panted.
By the time I couldn’t stand it anymore, I released him with a pop and scooted forward to line him up. Two shallow dips, and I fit the head in my heated core. When I dropped my hips to his, he reflexively reached for them, but I stopped him.
Winding our fingers together, palms mirroring each other’s, I raised his hands to rest by his head, then leaned forward as I started to grind. His bright blue gaze held mine the entire time, and his teeth were gritted as he let me get myself off with his body.
One last swivel of my hips, and my pussy clenched his cock tightly before it spasmed wildly around him. Riding out the waves, I continued rocking my hips over his. When they slowed to only occasional flutters, he grunted and thrust his hips up at the same time as he said, “Fuck, that’s killing me. Enough.”
He flipped us, and his lean hips snapped forward, burying that beautiful cock so deep, I saw stars. Then he unleashed the beast I’d seen impatiently waiting in his gaze as I rode him.
I’d wanted rough, and he sure as fuck gave it to me.
Eager, I wrapped my legs around his thighs and hung on.