Kickstart My Heart (Burgers and Brew Crue #1) - Lacey Black Page 0,75
her fingers in wetness. “Fuck, I could watch you do that all night long,” I mumble, blindly reaching for my jeans and digging out my wallet. When my fingers wrap around a condom, I rip it open and sheath my cock in record time.
Then, I reach for my woman and pull her into my arms. “Later, I’m watching you fuck your fingers, Mallory.”
She juts her chin up at me and declares, “Only if I get to watch you stoke your cock, Walker.”
Groaning, I lift her up and thrust, hitting pay dirt in one swift motion. Together, we moan in pleasure as I fill her completely, her pussy gripping my cock with resolution. “Shit, sorry. I could have done that with a little more finesse,” I whisper, kissing her lips softly and sliding my palm along her forehead to brush back her hair.
“Does it feel like I wasn’t ready for you?” she asks, using her muscles to give my dick a little squeeze.
“Shit, baby, do that again, this’ll be over quickly.”
The temptress does exactly that once more, causing my body to thrust all on its own. “Did I give you any indication I wanted you to take this slow?”
I can’t help but gaze down at her with wide eyes. Never has she been this bold and brazen. This sexy and confident. Clearing my throat, I give her short little thrusts that are more like teases. “So you want this fast and hard, beautiful?” I ask, rocking my hips and hitting deep inside her.
The nails digging into my shoulders and the whimper on her lips are her answer.
“Hang on tight.”
Then I move.
My hips piston repeatedly, as I press her back into the wall. My arms and thighs start to burn a little from holding her up, but the adrenaline pumping through my veins takes over and any muscle discomfort quickly fades. All I can think about is how tight her pussy grips my cock. Her hands grasp the back of my neck and her legs clamp around my hips, as she tilts her pelvis upward, taking me so fucking deep, it makes my eyes cross and my cock thicken.
That familiar tingle starts at the base of my spine, and I know the end is near, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to get off before Mallory does. “Slip your finger between us and touch yourself,” I demand, not breaking my stride.
Mal worms her hand down between our bodies and grazes her fingers across her clit. Her gasps fill the room, followed quickly by a moan so loud, I clamp a hand over her mouth. A moment later, a loud thumping pounds on the wall opposite where I stand. We both still, listening intently.
“Was that someone pounding on the wall?” she whispers.
I thrust, her lower back thumping against the wall and another moan emanating from her sweet lips. It’s followed quickly by a second pounding on the wall. “I think your neighbors aren’t a fan of our noise.”
“I’m a pretty big fan of what you’re doing to me,” she confesses, wiggling against my body and moving on my cock.
“Yeah? Of this?” Thrust.
“God, yes,” she groans, gripping my dick.
“Let’s give the neighbors a taste of their own medicine,” I vow, readjusting my grip and starting to move. Faster. Harder.
I can feel Mallory’s fingers between us as she plays with her clit. Her body starts to jerk as her orgasm rips from her body. I almost silence her with a kiss, but my own release rears its head, sending me barreling down the mountain of bliss. My hips spasm, my legs shake, and my breathing is choppy as I lean into the wall, pressing firmly against the woman in my arms.
“How was that?” I ask, kissing her shoulder.
She glances up, a sated glaze in her eyes, and says, “Let’s ask the neighbors.”
***
“Walk, I frowded up.”
I crack my eyes open and stare straight into sleepy green ones. A smile slowly spreading across my face at first, and then my tired brain seems to register what Lizzie just said. I jump up, grateful to be wearing my boxer briefs, and glance down at the sad ones in front of me. She’s wearing a nightgown with chunks of brown mush on the front.
“Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Mallory mumbles, reaching for me.
“Uh, Lizzie’s here, and I think she got sick.”
That gets a reaction from Mal. She quickly tosses back the blankets and runs around to where her daughter stands. Like the super woman she is, she carefully picks her up