Trials and Tiaras (Untouchable #7) - Heather Long Page 0,24
was as damp as I was. “You wanted to see my tits bouncing as I rode you.”
A slow smile widened his mouth. “Yes, and I want those things, just like I want to feel you come on my cock as you scream out your orgasm. I want to go down on you and eat you until you can’t feel anything else. I want to come between those puffy, kiss swollen lips as tears run down your face ’cause I’m fucking your throat.”
He shifted my weight, and in a move, pushed upward as his cock thrust into me, and we both let out a groan. I released his dick to grasp his shoulders as he buried himself in me.
“I plan to fuck your ass until I’m all you think about.” Then his mouth was on mine, and his hips began to piston. I couldn’t think of anything else. Just Archie and the way he filled me as he ran that illegal mouth of his. “I want to fuck you all the time, Frankie. I want to make love to you. I want to fuck you. I want to just touch you. Everything with you, babe. Fucking everything.”
Then his mouth locked over mine, and between gasping, panting breaths, we tangled our tongues and I dug my nails into his shoulders. The friction of his chest to my breasts had me shaking, and the orgasm that struck caught me off-guard. I clamped down around him as a scream ripped out of my throat, but he didn’t slow down.
Instead, he pulled out, and at my whimper, nipped my lower lip. “I have you, babe, I promise.” Then I was facing the wall, the chill against my breasts a whole new sensation storming over me, and he pulled my ass back and gripped my hips, then he pushed into my pussy from the back, and I slammed a hand against the wall. The only pause came when he pressed his lips to my shoulder, and I damn well knew he was kissing his name on my tattoo. My heart sped up. It was like being too full, especially when he curved a hand around to tease my clit. Every thrust and rub combo had me seeing sparks, and I swore I came at the speed of light.
His fingers tightened against my hip as he shifted the angle of his thrusts, and we both cried out with that one. “I’m going to come,” he warned me. “I’m going to fill you up because you’re mine.” He punctuated every single word with a thrust. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
Then his hips stuttered, but he didn’t let go. He pulled me back against him and worked those magic fingers against my clit until I damn near sobbed because I didn’t think I could come again when I was still spasming so hard, but I did, and then he gave a shout as he released.
I would have fallen if he wasn’t holding me up. He sagged back against the wall, cradling me, my back to his chest. His cock softened slowly, but the pound of my heart seemed to echo in the silence. The warmth of his cum trickled down my thighs as he rubbed a hand against my abdomen slowly and then up to my breasts. It was all soothing caresses, and his breath was hot against my ear.
“Mine, Frankie, say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I promised. “I’m yours.”
I swore I felt tears on his cheeks when I reached a hand back, but when I pulled forward to turn around, he seized me in another kiss. A minute later, he had me sprawled on my bed and his mouth was between my thighs.
“You’re coming again,” he told me like it was an order, and holy crap, he was right. I was a damn puddle by the time he finished, and when he played with my ass this time, working his fingers in and out while he sucked on my clit, I made a promise that he’d get that wish.
He’d get every damn one he wanted.
If we hadn’t had the appointment, I don’t know that we’d ever have made it out of bed. My legs were still jelly and my insides were quivering. My lips were definitely puffy, and I couldn’t shake the trembling or the way my pussy clenched as it remembered the feel of him. I’d actually begged him to take my ass before he was done, and he told me next time.