Chapter6
Tate
“You’re so fucking tight, baby girl,” I hiss out. My head swims at the pleasure of being inside her tight little pussy. I can feel her soft pulses dragging me deeper into her body until my balls hit her ass, slapping at her smooth skin in a naughty, rude sound that makes my balls tighten and a zip run up my spine.
Squelching in and out of her wet heat, I drive higher and harder into her until she’s singing, her screams high and wild.
“Yes, yes, yes! Don’t stop, Tate! Fuck, that feels good! Sooo good,” she moans, her voice raw and hoarse with her repeated screams.
Her tunnel tightens around me until it’s hard to move and I’m driving deep. I groan and slip my finger down until I jam it between our slapping bodies and swirl it around her tight bud.
“Oh fuck!” she screams and her head flings back, her legs shaking as she reaches another orgasm.
Pulsing, fluttering heat. “So fucking tight. So…good.” I grit my teeth, trying to hold out longer. It feels too damn good and I don’t want it to be over. But her fluttering pulses drag at me until I growl, driving hard into her two more times, feeling that sizzle in my spine. My cock jerks and sputters and I shunt her hard two more times, painting her spasming tunnel with my seed.
I fall across her and then roll her until she’s lying half on and half off me.
I pant and struggle to breathe, huffing in and out until I can finally draw in a deep breath.
“Th-that was so damn good, baby girl.”
She nods, too tired to answer me. Her fingernails skate across my chest hair, tangling and tugging. My dick jerks and I growl, catching her hand.
“Stop, baby. I can’t. I’ve got to get some sleep. I have a whole…” I look at the clock. “Hour.” I groan and tug her higher up on my chest. “I don’t regret it for a minute but if I don’t get some sleep, I’m not gonna be worth shit tomorrow and I want to look into your ex a bit more.”
I feel her soft, sleepy body stiffen. “Like what?”
“Like if he’s been seen around here anywhere. If he’s the one who’s messing with you.”
She nods her head and her lashes fall across her glazed eyes. “You did what you said you’d do.”
“What was that?” I ask her, tracing the delicate line of her bare spine on top of me.
“Trust me. I feel really good. I don’t think I could feel any better.”
“Good.” I yawn. Now let’s get some sleep.”
“Okay,” she sighs and snuggles into my chest. A wave of tenderness washes over me. I touch her tousled hair, pushing it out of her beautiful face, staring at her flushed, round cheeks and freckled nose.
I groan, trying to relax enough to go to sleep but I know it’s a lost cause. All I can do is stare at her. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And it’s not just her outer beauty. Her whole being is beautiful. She’s sweet and loving and sensitive. Just about freaking perfect.
“Tell me about Adam Payne.” I ask her, caressing her gently.
Her dainty nose wrinkles and she opens one bleary eye. “Why? I really hate talking about him.”
“I know you do. I’m just hoping that something sparks when you talk about him. Like I see in his mind what the hell he’s thinking.”
“Good luck with that. I don’t know if he thinks at all. He just reacts.”
“Interesting. He’s not much of a planner, huh?”
“Nope. Just tends to jump into things.
“Hmmm. Maybe that’s what this is? Just spur of the minute ideas to try and get back at you.”
“Maybe. I don’t know.” She yawns and sinks deeper into my chest. “Can we talk about this tomorrow? I’m so tired.”
I lean over and kiss her soft cheek, breathing in the light floral scent that I can still smell on her warm skin.