Assist (St. Louis Sires Book 3)
Prologue
Her hand met my crotch as she squeezed my junk through my pants. Then she grabbed my hand, placing it on her breast through her jumpsuit. She kept kissing and groping me, and I kept trying to find the strength to make her stop. I needed to know what was wrong, what had happened to her. I needed to fix whatever this was for her, but as much as I needed to do those things, I also needed what she was offering. I needed the pleasure, the relief, and the bliss I would only get from this one thing. So, I stopped trying to fight it, fully giving myself to the process, kissing her hungrily, savagely. The quiet of our home ended, replaced by desperate moans, grunts, and whimpers. I was the one to introduce a new sound—the ripping of fabric as I destroyed that fucking jumpsuit. I was sure it came from some designer, but I didn’t care and neither did she since she whispered, “Yes.”
As I crowded her against the front door, my mouth on her neck and both my hands full of titty, I felt her panicked effort to undress me, her hands shaking and fumbling. So, I backed away, snatching the t-shirt over my head and dropping it along with my jeans and underwear, kicking them…somewhere. We kissed again, this time with a heightened sense of urgency.
I felt her try to pull away, and I stopped the kiss, asking, “You change your mind?” through labored breaths.
“No, I wanna suck your dick,” she panted.
“Not this time,” I grunted, lifting her from the floor and carrying her to the sofa. “I need you to ride me.”
In a tick, my ass was sinking into the sofa, she was straddling me, and I was deep inside her pussy as she rode me, grinding and rolling her hips, moaning loudly with her head thrown back. My hands gripped her hips as I leaned in to nibble at her nipple. This? This was paradise and a got damn mood-altering drug all rolled into one. She was so good. So. Fucking. Good.
“This shit right here? I swear this is why we were put on this rock. It’s too right. It’s just too right not to be fate,” I rambled, endorphins crowding every inch of me. “You’re my destiny, my soulmate, my first and only love.”