God, is that another kink?
I want…more.
But before I’m able to dive deeper into pleasure, he’s moving away from me, placing distance between our bodies.
I’m ready to protest when he stands and holds out his hand to me.
“Get up.”
I look up, still dazed from pleasure overload. “W-what? Why?” I demand plaintively.
I hear the pout in my voice but can’t help it. He’s thrown open the doors of my need and I can’t go back now.
Tears prickle at the very thought of being deprived of it. Ofthis.
“Because we’re going inside. The area may be exclusive but it isn’t exactly private, angel. And nobody gets to hear what my princess sounds like when she’s taking cock. Those sounds are for my ears only. So up,” he insists.
Relief tears through me. But when I don’t get up fast enough, he bends and scoops me up.
“Are you daring to make me wait, little girl?” He nips at my lower lip and my tiny yelp makes him growl.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to hear those sounds fall from your lips when I pound that tight little pussy.”
I’m held high and tight in his arms when he vaults up the steps and across the wide patio and back into the house.
I twine my arms around his neck and hold on.
He carries me like I weigh nothing and sets me down inside the French doors in the living room.
One hand keeps a hold of me and pins me to the wall, and he watches me as he slides the door shut and turns the lock.
Then he’s burying his hands in my hair, grunting like an animal as he devours my mouth again.
“Christ, you’re so fucking addictive. I can’t get enough of you.”
I’m a wet, slippery mess by the time he lifts his head. I follow his gaze as he casts a look around the living room, and stops on the large sectional sofa.
“We’re not going to make it upstairs, baby.”
With that, he drags me after him into the living room.
Between one breath and the next, I’m flat on my back on the sofa and he’s staring down at me, a beast in the grip of fierce arousal.
His chest rises and falls in panting breaths as his gaze fixes on my breasts, my thighs, my mouth.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I squirm under his heated gaze and it seems to drive him more feral. He discarded his leather jacket earlier, when I was checking out his home, and now he tugs his T-shirt over his head.
Holy shit.
He’s…sculpted perfection.
His torso is a mouth-watering composite of a rippling six-pack, bronzed skin, dips and hard planes I’m dying to explore. If I could move.
But it’s like he’s hypnotized me into immobility and all I can do is lie there and…yearn.
“Look at you. So damn gorgeous. So needy.”