Daniella
Another wanton sound slips free as his dirty talk continues, and I explore what he’s doing to me, stretching my fingers either side of his cock as he drags it slowly in and out of my wet pussy, the heel of my hand pressing against my clit.
The pressure is almost too much, too intimate, as I touch and learn the feel of him, teasing his balls before sliding back up to rub my clit. Lightning flickers behind my eyelids as he ups the pace again.
“That’s it, baby. Take me. Squeeze me. Enjoy every moment this cock can give you.”
He fucks me like a crazed man, need coiling and tightening around me as I edge ever closer to ecstasy, tumbling over when he smacks my arse, the sharp sting ricocheting around my body as my orgasm wracks through me.
He drags every last second of pleasure from my body before finally pulling out, only to spray his come across my lower back.
Soberingly, I never even considered protection, instead just hopping on the man bare without even a moment of hesitation. As he swipes some kind of fabric over me to clean up, I realise the thought must have just hit him, too.
“I’m clean, just so you know,” he says.
“Yeah, me, too,” I reply, pulling my shirt down and reaching for my jeans, since there’s no way to locate my underwear in the dark.
By the time I’m more put together, and he’s got his jeans back on, I realise the cloth he found must have been his shirt as his abs stare at me in all of their rippled damn glory.
Absentmindedly, he scratches his pec, the tattoo there moving under his ministrations. It’s too dark to work out what it is and, as he pushes his hair back off his face, his clear, bright eyes rove over me with hunger once again.
I could get lost in those; in him. I could throw caution to the wind and let him do all that again, only I need to be able to walk tomorrow, and I’m already worried about how the hell I’m going to get these jelly legs to drive me back.
Holding his hands out, he waits until my skin presses against his before hauling me to my feet.
Not that he could make it look arduous. I’m not sure he could make anything look like hard work.
Even now, while I’m hot and sweaty, my hair a mess and my body exhausted, he looks put together, even without a shirt.
He tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear, grasps my nape, and pulls me into him.
There have been a few moments I thought his lips would grace mine.
When I reached for his cock, when I considered throwing caution to the wind and letting myself be the one to make the first move, only to back off and reach for his throat instead.
When I was so close to coming all I could think of was the soft press of those lips.
But as his heartbeat thunders behind the wall of muscle beneath my fingers, and I tremble there in his arms, his lips finally meet mine, soft and insistent.
When his tongue seeks entrance, I melt, letting him delve and explore, seek and search.
I press closer, and he holds me near, something warm and comforting taking root in my veins.
“Well, until next time, New Girl,” he says, pressing one last peck against my lips.
“I’m only in town for the weekend, but thanks for the ride, Winner Boy. Don’t worry, I’ll pay for my valet this time,” I say, pulling back with a wink.
His hot gaze follows me once I close the passenger door, round the car, and jump in before checking the directions back to town. Then, gunning the engine, I leave him standing there in the gravel, watching my taillights disappear into the distance.
I don’t usually end my race nights this way.
Hell, I usually win.
But I don’t feel like I lost tonight, either.
Maybe a repeat trip to South Beach wouldn’t be the end of the world one day.
The End, for now.
I hope you enjoyed meeting Brent and Daniella. Get ready for their full story in Seductive King, available now in KU.