Nineteen #2
Our eyes lock, and I’m lost in the green pools that rest beneath her thick, black lashes. I can feel her devouring me, her gaze trailing across my chest and down my arms, absorbing the tendrils of ink that cover my forearm.
Her lips part as her eyes roam my body. Her brow rises as she reaches my groin, where my python wrapped in barbed wire tattoo rests against my hip bone. I may not have many tattoos but seeing her see them for the first time makes my cock twitch. My little firefly is enamoured.
Annabeth leans forward, trailing her tongue across my tattoo until her mouth meets the base of my cock. She glides her tongue across my shaft. I’m so wrapped up in this woman I forget to breathe. Her warm mouth envelopes me, her throat squeezing my cock as she swallows my length.
I suck in a sharp breath, my dick pulsing with every swirl of her tongue. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” I groan, feeling her quiver at the praising words.
She pops me from her mouth, a mischievous smirk creeping across her swollen lips, and fuck me have I never seen such a glorious sight: her eyes, piercing and welled with tears from taking me so deep, her dimples hollowed in her cheeks.
Her grin widens as she wraps her expert fingers around my shaft, the other hand cups my balls and squeezes juuust enough to draw a breath from me.
“Such a good boy.”
Well, fuck me sideways, didn’t think that was gonna rock my world now did I?
My balls twitch, my cock strains, and I’m trying my damn hardest not to finish right here and now.
“God damn, woman,” I snarl.
I plunge my cock into her waiting mouth one more time before I pull out of her, stand, and drag her into me. My lips crash against hers. There’s nothing soft about how I kiss her, she is mine and I’m going to make damn sure she knows it.
I wink at her and wiggle my eyebrows playfully – a mood breaker if ever I’ve seen one.
But it doesn’t deter her, instead, she wiggles hers back and somehow, in the midst of me being thirty seconds from pulverising her into the bed with my dick, we’re standing next to my bed, laughing like teenagers sneaking out of class.
“Stop messing around and kiss me, dammit,” I tell her between fits of laughter.
“I like this side of you,” she tells me, leaning in and placing a single, perfect kiss on my cheek.
“A peck? On the cheek? You wound me.”
She smirks, my dick twitches, and something inside me snaps.
I need her. I need to feel her. My hands move on their own, her shirt lasting all of three seconds before I tear it from her body along with her bra.
Her full breasts relax, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to enjoy every curve of them.
I flip her around in my arms, my fingers roaming her body, squeezing her hips, her tits, her ass.
God, she feels like fucking heaven. Heat rises in me as I trail kisses across the nape of her neck, goosebumps rising across her porcelain skin.
Her pink nipple hardens at my touch. Rolling the perfect bud between my fingers, I’m granted a shudder and she grinds her ass into my dick.
“Sweet. Fucking. Firefly.” Every word broken by only a kiss.
I apply the perfect amount of pressure to guide her torso lower until she’s bent over the side of my bed. Her glistening pussy drips as she spreads her thighs wider, granting me better access. In this moment, I don’t need anything but her.
Gripping her hip with one hand, I line myself up to her entrance, swirling my head through her slickness. “Fuuck,” I groan as I plunge my cock into her tight heat.
Euphoria envelopes me, a tingle creeps through the base of my spine as she tightens around me.
I know I’m stretching her, but she still strangles my cock like her life depends on it.
I rock my hips back, pulling almost fully out before driving myself into her again.
She whimpers as my cock fills her to the hilt.
Slowly easing in and out of her, I fight the urge to unleash.
I want to savour every second of this. This is more than sex, this is a visceral, primal connection. I was made for her. We’re connected in ways I can’t explain. I know she feels it too; she has to.
“Please, Dallas,” she begs.
“Please, what?” I ask her between agonisingly slow thrusts.
“Please ruin me, cowboy.”
“Your wish is my command,” I tell her, driving my hips forward until I bottom out inside her.
Her body writhes beneath me, only the bed keeping us steady. Every whimper, every moan, it’s all for me, and it makes me fucking feral. The way her pussy suffocates my dick more with each thrust. The way her back arches ever so slightly, forcing me deeper.
“Such a good girl.”
“Fuck, Dallas!” she screams.
I grip her again, picking up the pace until I’m fucking her like a wild bronc on steroids. I’m so close to the edge, it’s killing me.
“You feel so fucking good,” I grunt, sweat dripping from my forehead.
Her ass presses against me, her pussy clenches my cock, and she’s screaming my name one final time before we both unravel together, collapsing in a heap of limbs on the bed. Our legs entangle as we wrap ourselves in each other, her skin laced with sweat.
“Wow,” she pants.
I roll to face her, cupping her cheek in my palm as I trail my fingers across the scattering of freckles.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Annabeth,” I tell her.
Heat floods her cheeks, the pink flush only accentuating the emeralds that gaze back at me. I’m lost for a moment, transported into another dimension as I lie here with her, curling my fingers through her bubblegum-coloured hair.
“Thank you,” she says, biting that damn lip again.
“You know what that lip bite does to me,” I growl, pulling her into me. Her nose crinkles as she giggles, the sound sending blood straight to my dick. “You’re in trouble now,” I warn her.
Delicate fingers trail across my chest and over my jawline until her palm cups my face.
She leans in, placing the sweetest kiss on my cheek.
It’s utterly adorable that she thinks being cute is going to save her.
I will not be held accountable for who I become when this woman bites her damn lip at me – she’s been warned.
And she knows exactly what she’s done, because she’s smirking at me with a wicked glint in her eye that tells me that she’s wholeheartedly prepared to suffer the consequences. I don’t care that we’re supposed to have left half an hour ago, we’ll get there when we get there.
“Come here.” I grip her arms, pinning her beneath me as I bury my face in her neck.