Chapter 29 #2
I flipped over onto my hands and knees when Smoke laid me back on the bed. He was still standing, shrugging off his cut as he watched me. I crawled toward him, enjoying the heat that blazed in his eyes.
Being a seductress wasn’t really my thing. I was more the quiet book nerd type, but the way Smoke’s chest was heaving was a clear indication that he found me alluring. It made me feel sexy. He made me feel sexy. I smiled up at him while I unbuckled his belt.
His brows shot up. “What are you doing?”
Rolling my eyes, I reached into his jeans and pulled his dick out.
I wondered if his size was ever going to stop being a shock for me.
My hand couldn’t fully wrap around him. I’d always read in romance novels about big dicks and thought it really gave readers unrealistic expectations.
The first time I’d seen Eli’s cock had been such an underwhelming experience.
You never thought you’d be marrying the guy with a pencil dick, but that was what happened.
The fact that Smokehouse’s was legit the thing books were written about was such a turn on.
I’d thought for sure I’d run screaming from him.
I almost had the first time we’d slept together, but alcohol had impaired my judgment.
The second time, I’d just figured I’d already had sex with him once.
Thank God I hadn’t listened to that little warning bell telling me he was going to rearrange my guts if I went through with it.
In fact, he’d been so gentle and made sure to get me so worked up, I’d been the one who’d been impatient to get things going. Turned out, having sex with a man who had a huge cock was something I enjoyed. Or, at least having sex with Smokehouse was.
I stroked him a few times, studying the length of him. When I leaned forward and licked over his head, he groaned.
“You don’t have to give me a blow job,” he told me. His grin was wry. He knew how big he was.
But I wanted to give him pleasure. Wanted to watch his eyes glaze over as I sucked on him. Ignoring him, I scooted closer and wrapped my lips around him.
His hand went to my hair and buried in the strands. He wasn’t shoving my head; it was almost like he needed to hang on. “Fuck.”
There was no way I was going to be able to take all of him, he was way too big for that, but I did my best. I used my tongue to bathe the underside of his dick while I bobbed up and down.
I only managed to get a quarter of the way down before he was hitting the back of my throat and I had to ease off.
I wasn’t super experienced, so deep throating him wasn’t going to happen.
Not to mention I gagged myself on my toothbrush more often than not when I brushed my tongue.
The appreciative sounds he was making and the sexy words rolling off his tongue made the effort worth it. I just wanted him to enjoy our lovemaking as much as I did.
“You’re sucking me so good, Wildcat.” He looked down at me and grinned. “You like blowing that huge cock?”
My eyes widened, then I gave a small nod, unable to really answer.
“It’s all for you, Baby.” Both hands dove into my hair and he put the slightest bit of pressure, guiding me into a faster rhythm. “Your mouth is so hot and wet ,” he groaned.
I sighed out an excited breath through my nose.
His dirty talk turned me on. His grunts and groans shot my arousal even higher.
Everything this man did exhilarated me. It was as though my body was completely tuned into his.
Shoving my hand between my thighs, I strummed my finger over my clit in time with my motions.
My panties were already damp. Something about giving Smoke a blow job was just dirty and exciting to me. It wasn’t something I’d ever enjoyed before, but now it was edging me closer to my own orgasm. I mewled in displeasure when he used my hair to tug me free of his erection.
He chuckled as he toed off his boots and stripped out of his clothes. “You can do that anytime you want, Dani, but right now, I need to fuck you.”
I sucked in a breath and laid back on the bed as I watched him crawl over me. His muscles flexed as he moved and I ran my hand over his arm.
He stopped, settling between my thighs, eyeing my shirt with distaste. “You have too many clothes on.” He grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked it apart.
The sound of tearing fabric filled the room and I gasped when he ripped my shirt down the front. “Smoke!”
“I’ll buy you another one,” he said, voice muffled because his face was already buried between my breasts. He palmed them, squeezing them together so he could kiss and lick my skin through the lace of my bra.
When his hands grabbed the cups of my bra, I lifted my head. “Don’t you dare rip that!” I admonished him, but a smile lifted my lips.
“Spoilsport,” he muttered, but he reached behind me and flicked the hook out of its holder. He tossed the offending garment over his shoulder.
My eyes fluttered closed as I laid my head back down. He somehow knew my body, as though he had a road map to all my most erogenous zones.
When he scooted down and started licking my pussy, I cried out. Bliss was filling me as he nipped and sucked my clit. There was no holding back, he made sure of it. If something embarrassed me, he just blew right past it and soon enough I didn’t care anymore.
His fingers tweaked my nipple as he ate me out and soon I was teetering on the edge of orgasm.
How had he brought me here so quickly? The thought shattered, right along with my body, as I came.
My hips arched against the hold he had on them.
His forearm tightened, keeping me in contact with his mouth as he prolonged the pleasure.
“Smoke!” I gasped.
“Mmmm, I love when you say my name.” He trailed love bites up my body until his dick was notched between my thighs. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he purred.
“Yes.” The word came out breathy and trembling. I was still swamped in rapture, but the greedy part of me wanted to experience it all over again. I knew I would with him. He always made sure I was taken care of, even when he was drunk. He never left me behind.
“Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Good girl.” He grinned. “I like hearing filthy words coming out of that pretty mouth.”
Wrapping my legs around him, needing to be filled, I tried to pull him into my body.
“So impatient. So desperate,” he murmured in my ear. “Does my girl need me to fill that pussy up?”
“Yes. Now!”
He laughed. “Demanding, too. I like it.”
He eased into me and I moaned into his shoulder, then bit down into salty flesh when he didn’t go fast enough. He groaned and thrust forward with a sharp snap of his hips.
The pain and pleasure of having him fully seated inside of me, or as much as he could go, washed over me, making my eyes roll back into my head. “More,” I begged.
Done with tormenting me, he set a wicked pace. I was writhing in the delicious sensations, hardly paying attention to all the flexing of muscle happening above me. It was a shame to waste the view, but my mind and body were focused on one task.
His hand covered the top of my head, and I couldn’t figure out why until I realized my body wasn’t sliding with each forceful thrust any longer.
He’d put his hand between me and the headboard as he fucked me.
My heart melted, but before I could say anything my orgasm knocked me off the edge I’d been balancing on. Crying out, I shuddered around him.
“Fuck yeah, Dani. Come for me.” He groaned as my pussy convulsed around him. “Good fucking girl,” he gritted out as he kept the rhythm the same to prolong my orgasm.
As soon as my body relaxed, he snapped his hips forward and buried himself inside of me. I smiled when he groaned low and the rumble from his chest vibrated through me. He kissed me long and deep as his own orgasm flowed through him.
We laid there afterward, my heart pounding in my chest and my body loose and relaxed. I couldn’t help but smile. Then that built into a laugh.
Smoke pried open one eye and looked down at me where I had my cheek pressed to his chest. “What’s so funny?”
“Are we crazy?”
“Yes.”
I propped myself up on my elbow and smiled down at him. “No, really.”
“Why?”
“It’s only been a couple weeks. People don’t fall in love in a matter of weeks… Do they?”
His lips twitched. “Normal people don’t get stabbed by an ex-husband, arrested, then have his girl almost killed by the Italian mafia.”
I considered that. “Fair enough.”
He let out a long slow breath. “Seems to me that we both deserve this. You went through hell because of Eli.”
“And you went for years thinking you couldn’t have love because of Rachel.”
His lips thinned for a moment, then he closed his eyes and the frown melted away. “Exactly. Is it fast? Sure. But we started out this relationship with me knocking you up. Who gives a shit if anyone else thinks we’re nuts.”
Heaving a happy sigh, I settled back against his chest. “They can say whatever they want,” I replied. “I’m so happy we’re right here, right now.” His arms tightened around me in a hug and I marveled at the fact that somehow I’d managed to find everything I’d ever been searching for with this man.