Happily Ever All-Star: A Secret Baby Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,260

Like she just wanted to taste. She swiped across the head and so enjoyed my shiver that she did it again. I hardened even more, the blood pulsing and burning me from the inside out.

Her lips parted, and she slowly slipped me into her mouth.

Was she trying to drive me insane? Did she want to destroy me? Or maybe it was a tease because she knew I couldn’t move my aching muscles.

I realized too late that my beauty wasn’t a sadist. She licked, kissed, and sucked with that infuriating slowness not to taunt me but…

Because it was gentle.

Soft and tender. Sweet and attentive. She did it to please me.

And I had no idea how wonderful it felt to be...pleased.

I never thought of my cock as an instrument of pleasure. It was meant to be used. Slammed between lips, punished between legs. No one ever wanted me. They asked to fuck a dominant, dangerous man, and I delivered.

But Piper…

Christ, she amazed me. Humbled me. She gave herself to my desires, watching as I hissed between clenched teeth and bucked my hips. I resisted the urge to curl her hair in my fist. I couldn’t ruin this moment. Not when I feared I’d push her away, and not when I knew I’d draw her closer.

Her tongue traced down, flicking as she bobbed over the shaft. Every draw of her mouth cascaded a shiver over me. She pulled the head from between her lips to breathe, kissing my length as I stared at her, amazed.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

What an unnecessary question. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Piper smiled. “You’re allowed to enjoy it, Cole.”

Oh, she was naïve. “I’m trying not to enjoy it too much.”

“You could do that too.” Her lips popped over my head ahead, sinking down to take more into her throat. A perfect temptress. “I just wanted to show you…”

“What?”

She licked her way back up.

“That someone cares about you.”

Now it was too much. I tensed, but I didn’t let myself come.

“Stand up,” I whispered. “Let me see you.”

Piper obeyed, never once breaking her gaze with mine. She pulled her camisole over her head, chasing it with her bra. Everything slow and deliberate. A sexy reveal, just for me. She wanted me to see. To imagine what waited. To want what she could give.

And it worked.

I wanted everything—her kiss, her touch, her body. I dreamed of anything she might have offered beyond this one night.

She stood. Her hips shimmied left to right, and she kicked off her jeans and panties.

“Beautiful…”

Her nickname was a whisper of truth. She amazed me. Curvy and dark. Soft and feminine. God, she was petite. I might have broken her in half if she hadn’t broken me first.

I tried to stand, but she didn’t allow it. Piper pushed on my chest, and I rested flat on the bed.

This was something…new.

Exciting.

She crawled over me, giggling like she thought it was ridiculous that she might tease me with the sultry movement of her shoulders and hips. Christ, if she only knew how hard I had to fight not to blow right then and there.

She braced her legs on either side of my waist. The bruises bothered her. I held my breath, and she pressed a hand over the spreading darkness on my ribs.

Her voice caressed me as softly as her hands. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Don’t you dare stop now.”

“What if I hurt you?”

“And what if you heal me?”

I gripped her hips, but I didn’t squeeze, didn’t force her to move. I helped steady her over me. Time slowed as she stroked my cock, tugging just to position herself over the straining head. She settled over the shaft.

I held her stare.

The heat struck me first.

Then the tightness.

Then…her.

All of her.

For so long, sex was something invasive, meant to penetrate and slice and impale. I had no idea I could be the one smothered and helpless and…

Enthralled.

She enveloped me in a silken, perfect heat. I didn’t need the trap. I wouldn’t have moved. Never would move again. Her velvet pussy milked me with every aching clench. My body had been put through hell tonight. Now I’d recover in Heaven.

She took every hardened inch. I buried in her, safe and tight. We shivered together, each wave stunning me in unbelievable perfection. I didn’t move. Her tightness was enough of a gift.

But she gave me more. She moved for me—small, quiet bumps of her hips against mine. The bed shifted with her, and she dug her