Chapter 52
Rosie
Niki Coulter owns my body with every stroke of his tongue and twist of his fingers. I can’t keep a thought in my head except that I want all of this. His palm’s heavy against my thigh, pressing me open.
His tongue and fingers possess my body like he’s possessing my heart. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s starving, because as he sucks and licks, I’m like the meal he’s waited a lifetime for.
His buzz cut is rough against my fingers. I eat up every sensation and profess this man is mine.
“Please let me come, I’m so close,” I say as if he’s stopping me. He sinks his fingers into me and bites my clit, and suddenly, I’m not just seeing stars. I’m drowning beneath galaxies.
“Yes,” I say with a strangled sound as I press myself against his mouth before pulling away. Every sense heightens. I smell his woody scent, sanitiser, and the wine he drank. And all of it is him.
As my breath leaves me, I drag in more air.
I squint. He fucked my ability to focus out of me. For a second, everything is blurry, but then his shining face comes into view. He kisses me hard, and I taste my tangy scent.
I let out a satisfied sigh as his fingers thread through mine.
His body rumbles as he leans between my thighs and presses kisses to my heaving chest.
“You were perfect,” he murmurs between caresses of my skin.
I pant, still dragging in air. “I want more.”
He looks up at me. One eyebrow quirks, but his cheeky smile tells me this is just beginning. “More?”
“I want to look at you. I want you inside me.”
“Do you want my dick?”
“Yes please, sir.”
He pulls away. “You don’t have to say that.”
I lick my lips and taste myself again. “I want to. I want you to fuck me, sir.”
His slow swallow gives me the power I always get from using that name.
“Then undress me.”
I take my time, distracted by his lips, which continue to press against my neck and chest and anywhere he can reach. I fumble and struggle, but eventually I stroke my hands across his bare muscled chest. The temptation to scratch my nails down it is impossible to resist.
He hisses into my mouth. “Your punishment for the nails is that you don’t get to undress the rest of me.”
Corded muscles travel up his arms as he flexes them. He kneels above me and yanks out his belt, cracking it.
At the jangle of the buckle, I press my fingers against my clit. They slide through the wetness.
He pulls them to his mouth. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
He sucks them hard, and it’s like his tongue is against my thighs again.
“Watch me.” He climbs off the bed and shirks off his jeans and boxers. His speed tells me he’s desperate to sink his cock inside me. He grabs a condom from his bag before standing in front of me.
Pre-cum glistens off the head of his dick. I swallow loudly, remembering his taste when I was on my knees.
“I’ve fantasised about being inside this perfect pussy for months.”
He rips the foil, pulls out the condom, and sheaths himself. My skin tingles like all my nerve endings are firing up for their fill of Niki.
He climbs onto the bed like a lion stalking its prey. He studies me with a famished grin, his eyes travelling from my warm cheeks to where I’m soaking for him.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, angel.” He fists his dick as he stares intently at me. Sweat beads his chest, highlighting the hard edges. His muscles quiver with each stroke of his dick.
I suck a breath between my teeth.
“I’m ready.”
He presses my thighs wide. “That’s my girl.”
He lines his cock at my entrance and pushes slowly in. The gradual filling is torture. I want all of him.
“So tight,” he hisses.
He fills me to the hilt, and my eyes roll back in my head.
I’m his entire focus as he pulls back and pushes in. My head drops, but he grips my chin and moves me so I’m staring at him.
“Eyes on me as I fuck you deep,” he growls.
“Yes, sir,” I pant.
I wrap my legs around him as he penetrates me again and again. I feel every sensation as his chest hits mine. I bite his lower lip, and he grunts.
“I’ll spank you for that later.”
My gut twists, and I whimper. His grin is devilish.
“You like the idea of getting spanked? I’ll make a good girl out of you yet.”
Our bodies are bouncing off the mattress with each thrust.
He strokes my clit. “Are you going to come on my hard cock?”
“Yes,” I whine. “So close.”
“Your cunt is made for me. So perfect for my dick. You’re mine.”
“Yours,” I whisper as he pounds into me. My arms wrap around his neck, holding on tight as he uses me for both our pleasure.
This sexy man who was scared to be touched owns my body. He’s considerate of me and what I need. I’m on the cusp of coming again, but something stops my orgasm.
His mouth presses against my bicep as he replies, “And I’m yours.”
He kisses me hard, and I scream into his mouth as I climax. I keep him close with my arm wrapped around his neck. His body jerks and gets tight before everything releases. He groans into my mouth as he comes against me.
I don’t let go of him.
I can’t.
His chest is hard against mine as he drops his head and presses against me. “Fuck, you were incredible,” he murmurs.
I kiss him hard on the mouth., melting into his afterglow.
I want this moment to last forever.