her hips, pulling her tight against him. It still wasn't enough.
He shifted his pelvis and made quick work undoing his buckle, his jeans, shoving the material down to his hips, and freeing his cock. He grabbed her hips, bringing her forward, and rubbed himself against her.
She moaned, stretching to her tiptoes. He picked her up, giving her the added height she sought. The warmth between her thighs wrapped around him as she hooked her ankles at his lower back.
Pulling out of the kiss, he strained to see through the darkness in her room for the large object several feet behind him. He took her to the bed, pressing down on her. A groan erupted at the surge of pleasure pounding in his cock.
He captured her face in his hands, leaning his weight on his elbows. The darkness never diminished the view of her face. He could see her with his eyes closed.
Her brown eyes.
Her full lips.
Her high cheekbones.
Her proud chin.
Beyond the beauty, only he could see the vulnerability in her gaze. The fear hidden behind a stoic expression. The only outward sign of uncertainty etched on her brow.
"Paco? What are you doing to me?" she whispered.
"Sh." He stroked her cheeks with the pad of his thumbs.
Every step he took toward her, he knew he should walk away. Something kept pulling him closer. Now that he was here, he planned to have her.
Against his palms, she nodded her acceptance of him. His heart pounded. His cock ached.
Sliding his hand from her cheek down to her breast, he squeezed, rolling her nipple between his index and middle finger. She mewed and arched up into his hand.
He'd never heard such a beautiful, sexy sound.
He claimed her mouth, wanting to swallow the noise as his hand explored more of her body, finding what pleasured her.
Her flat stomach concaved at his touch. He deepened the kiss and slid his fingers over her mound, finding her wet. Using his knee, he widened her legs, opening her up to his hand. He palmed her pussy, sliding his middle finger inside.
She grabbed his bicep, not to stop him but to hold on. Her eagerness grabbed him by the balls. His whole body shook on the edge of an explosion.
He wanted inside of her. He'd known without touching her, kissing her, fucking her, that he would find everything he wanted with her.
Her pussy clamped down on his finger, and she thrust her hips off the bed. She was tighter than any woman he'd ever been with before.
He kissed his way down her throat and bent his neck, taking her hard nipple between his lips. Drawing the small nub into his mouth, he sucked. A calm he'd sought since raiding the casino and killing a man washed over him.
Josie brought him peace in his chaotic life.
Her body writhed underneath him. He widened his mouth, taking more of her breast. His finger slid in and out of her, covered with her wetness. Coated in her pleasure, he found her clit and circled the sensitive bead.
His cock twitched, seeking her warmth, the slickness, the comfort.
She held the back of his head, latching onto his hair and holding him in place. His heart ticked steadily, reminding him that he was alive. That he wasn't wandering lost.
At that moment, his mind settled. His only struggle was holding back from plunging his dick inside of her. Sweet torture that made every second pleasurable.
He let her nipple go with a kiss and licked his way down her abdomen. Her hand never let go of him.
He took his time pressing his lips against the quivering muscles along his path until he dipped his head and tasted her arousal. Like a starving man, he lapped that intimate part of her.
Her thighs locked on his head with each swipe of his tongue, then loosened on a deep sigh. He caressed his lips against the softest skin on her body as his tongue explored, reading her movements, her breathing, her moans.
He wanted all night to make her sing until he fell asleep against her thigh, but his cock, the impatient asshole, made him more determined to bring her pleasure.
She squirmed underneath him, trapping his beard to the bed with her movements. Nursing between her legs, he gave her constant pressure and attention. She gasped, holding her breath.
Moving his arm, he spread his hand out on her lower stomach, needing to feel her orgasm take hold. He wanted to grab it and own it.
Her pleasure was his.
For him.
Because of him.
The wait