All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,256

thoughts vanish from my mind.

He grabs my hips, immobilizing me. My eyes roll back when his tongue strokes over the throbbing bundle of nerves and sucks my clit into his mouth. My breath catches. My legs tremble, and I cling to the bench for strength.

He licks and nibbles my slit and pushes one finger inside me. I rise on my tiptoes when a second finger joins the first. I want his cock that much more. I’m distracted from begging for more when he crooks his digits and hits my G-spot. A sharp sting shocks me right before he sucks hard, and I explode.

Eyes shut, I shudder as my climax barrels through me. I gasp as his tongue flutters my world into oblivion. As I come down, he licks me one last time and gets to his feet.

I’ve collapsed over the bench and am gulping for air, when the grating of his zipper winds my body right back up. I glance over my shoulder. My pussy juices shine on his chin, along with a dark red smear. My breath hitches. Did he cut me?

Armando grabs my hips and thrusts his thick cock into me. My mind empties except for the world throbbing between my legs. He groans and presses his palm against my back. His balls slap against my ass as he fucks me. God, this is what I have been begging for ever since I laid eyes on this sex god.

I strain against the cuffs, aching to reach back and caress his body. He sets up a rapid rhythm, and reaches around to rub me.

His hips buck, driving his dick deep, his fingers simultaneously pinching my clit, fucking me with enough force to inch the horse closer to the wall. All I can do is close my eyes and take his pounding with selfish abandonment.

My core clenches around his swelling shaft. His name erupts from my lips as my orgasm floods my core and stars burst behind my lids. Fucking Armando is an out of body experience and pleasure takes over every ounce of my soul. He thrusts quick and deep, stops altogether, then groans as he climaxes, shuddering behind me and clutching my hips.

My body slumps and my eyes close as he undoes the cuffs. The room tilts as he lifts me into his arms. I pant and nestle against his chest. “That was so worth the wait.”

He laughs and kisses the top of my head. “I’m going to draw you a bath to help with the inevitable soreness you will feel.”

My heart melts as he takes care of me with tender caresses, ginger handling and terms of endearment.

Life has shown me love doesn’t exist. It’s everyone for himself. But Armando is shattering my beliefs.

Chapter 6

From the bedroom window overlooking the front of the house, I focus on Armando’s truck in his driveway. The orange skyline is a breathtaking backdrop, and I pace. He’s not here.

After he gave me the best orgasm of my life and spoiled me with a bath, he cuddled behind me on his king-sized bed and I drifted into erotic dreams of our lovemaking. When I awoke, I discovered I’d slept the entire day… and he was gone.

I’ve searched every inch of his massive house and haven’t found him. He said he didn’t stay in his bed during the day, but why? And where does he go instead? When does the man sleep? Does he have another job? If so, did he ride to this other job with a co-worker? Why not take his own truck?

I cover my face with my hands, fighting my insecurities. I never imagined myself as a class five clinger, but I guess I am.

If he has another girlfriend…

Jump to conclusions, much? He didn’t ask you to be exclusive.

I cross my arms and growl low in my throat. I don’t have to stay here and be uncomfortable. I can go to a hotel.

Tossing my head back, I expel a long, frustrated breath to get a hold of myself. I march to the bathroom and flip on the light. Armando never told me when he would be home, but it is nearly five o’clock, and I still smell like him.

The bathroom is bigger than the entire downstairs of my townhouse. I gape at the luxury. What would it be like to live with such elegance? I cross to the shower, where slate tiles complement the river rock floor. A set of oil-rubbed bronze faucet knobs jut from the expensive tile, but where