What We Do in the Night (Day to Night #1) - Stylo Fantome Page 0,24

him, forcing her to stand upright. She was panting hard and licking her lips, trying to downshift her body.

“Why?” she gasped.

“Because,” he growled into her ear, his hands under her shirt again, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipples. “If I have to stare at that perfect ass for one more second, I'm going to fuck it.”

A full body tremor rocked her and got a laugh out of him.

“Please,” she whispered back, and she reached behind her so she could comb her fingers through his hair. The first thing she'd ever noticed about him, his incredibly thick, barely tamed hair, and now she was touching it like she owned it. “Please, don't stop.”

“Please what?”

His erection was trapped between him and her ass, driving her insane.

“Please fuck me,” she begged.

“Please what?”

Valentine took a deep, shuddering breath.

“Fuck me so good,” she pleaded. “That I'll want to do this again and again with you.”

Now it was his turn to shudder and sigh.

“I swear, it's like I dreamed you into life.”

He moved around her so he could sit on the bench. He pulled her underwear down to her ankles, and after she'd stepped out of them, he helped her to straddle him. Held his cock in place while she impaled herself on it.

“Fuck, yes,” she groaned, letting her head drop back. “This ... this was a good idea.”

“Those are the only kind I have,” he chuckled, shoving her shirt up over her breasts, causing the cash to rain down between their bodies. “You'll learn that about me very quickly.”

While he buried his face in her cleavage, Valentine started rocking her hips. Slowly at first, then faster. She spread her thighs as wide as she could, braced her hands behind herself on his knees, and pumped her hips.

While she worked, Ari attached his mouth to one nipple first, and then the other. He went back and forth, sucking and biting, cupping his hands around her breasts so he could shove them close together.

“I'm gonna come soon,” she panted, lifting her hips away from his and pounding down on him. “Holy shit, I'm gonna come.”

“Not yet,” Ari groaned, and he put his hands on either side of her neck so he could pull her head down to his, upsetting her rhythm. “I want this to last a little longer.”

While he nibbled and kissed along her jawline, Valentine went about unbuttoning his vest and his dress shirt. His chest definitely lived up to his body shape's advertising, and she scratched her nails down his pecs and his washboard abs.

“You're insane,” she chuckled, though she was still out of breath.

“And why is that, Miss Valentine?” he asked.

“Because you're hot. And you're rich. And you're smart. You don't need to pay women to fuck you,” she pointed out. He paused for a moment, then his hand was in her hair and he jerked back hard. She gasped at first, but it swiftly turned into a moan. He bit down on the side of her neck before responding.

“I don't,” he agreed. “But then I met the first one ever to say she wouldn't fuck me. I had to prove her wrong.”

“Clever boy,” Valentine teased.

And then he was kissing her again, still pulling on her hair, causing her to wince and moan and feel so fucking good. His tongue thrust in and out of her mouth in the way she wished his dick would be doing in her body.

“Goddamn, your mouth,” he moaned when he pulled away. “I cannot wait to fuck it. Next time.”

“Next time? Awfully sure of yourself.”

“Fuck yeah I am, and next time, I am going to fuck your mouth.”

When Ari kissed her this time, he did it like he was angry. Bruising lips and nipping teeth. He also started fucking her again, thrusting up from beneath her. She shrieked into his mouth and hooked her nails into his chest, scratching hard enough to leave marks.

“Such a good girl, Valentine,” he hissed when he pulled his lips away. He kept holding onto her hair, though, forcing her to keep her forehead pressed to his. “Likes getting fucked hard by a guy she barely knows.”

“Fuck, yes, I love it,” she cried out.

“You like this,” he repeated himself. “Like getting fucked by me. Like being slutty for me.”

“Jesus, I'm gonna come, Ari,” she all but sobbed. “Please, please, don't stop, let me come.”

“Yes,” he grunted as she worked her hips down against his as hard as he was thrusting up against her. “Fuck, yes, let me see this. I wanna