Inked Persuasion (Montgomery Ink Fort Collins #1) - Carrie Ann Ryan Page 0,33
to meet her mouth. I crushed my lips to hers, tangling my fingers in her hair. She arched into me, her pussy wet against my jeans. And then she was suddenly undoing the snap on my pants, unzipping me. She slid her hand behind the elastic of my boxer briefs and gripped me.
I let out a breath, sucking air through my teeth to try not to come right then.
She pumped me slowly, and I cursed, hating myself for not being able to focus. I blindly reached out for my wallet on the counter, dug for a condom, and pulled away slightly. I kissed her again, needing to taste her, to fall into oblivion so I wouldn’t think too hard.
I ripped open the condom packet, slid the latex over my dick, and didn’t even bother to pull my pants off completely. I positioned myself at her entrance and met her gaze. At her nod, I slammed home.
We both gasped out a breath, her pussy tight like a vise around me. I shook, needing control. And then she met my gaze, leaned forward, and bit my lip. I grinned, gripped her hips in a bruising hold, and moved.
I fucked her on the counter, both of us panting, egging each other on as I moved more frantically, slamming home over and over again. And when she came again, my thumb over her clit, all that remained was desire and need and temptation. No worry or anxiety.
I came with her, needing her. Not thinking about the fact that I could have just fucked everything up. All I could think about was Annabelle touching me, the way it felt, her taste, how she came around my cock. And the fact that I didn’t want this to be over.
And even if it meant me going to hell, I wanted to do it again.
Chapter 9
Annabelle
My legs were still wrapped around Jacob’s waist as I leaned back and let out a breath. My lips were swollen, my hair tousled, my breasts heavy and covered in tiny little bite marks from the person currently still deep inside me. Jacob leaned down, his whole body shaking as he swallowed hard. Neither of us spoke until he cleared his throat.
“I think...I think I should clean us up.”
I looked up at him and nodded, not sure what to say. The brother of the boy I had married for friendship rather than love, and the man who had hated me up until last week, was currently balls-deep inside me, after coming hard—after I had come even harder around him. Not once, not twice, but three times.
“Yes, I think we should clean up.”
He pulled out of me, and I winced at the ache, knowing I would be sore later. “Shit, are you okay?”
Well, that was a loaded question. Okay? Not even a little. But I didn’t think that was what he was asking. At least, not yet.
“I’m fine. Really. It’s just been a while. And you’re uh, well, not small.”
His lips quirked into a smile, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the male pride I saw in his expression.
Yes, he had a big dick. And, apparently, he knew how to use it. And his mouth. And his hands. And now my breasts were heavy again, and I wanted to press my thighs together to relieve the ache.
Damn him.
Damn all of this.
“I’ll be right back,” he said as he tucked himself back into his jeans and presumably went off to get a towel or something. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure why since he had perfectly good kitchen towels right there, but I had never had kitchen sex before. Maybe one had to clean themselves off in the bathroom and not in the kitchen. Perhaps I should simply run away and forget this ever happened.
But as I tried to slide my way off the counter, considering I wasn’t wearing anything but the panties he had shoved to the side, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to leave at all. Because I didn’t know where he had tossed my bra after we’d moved our pile of clothes. And I needed that.
Plus, I knew if I ran away, we’d still have to talk about this. Or say it was fun and never happen again, or shout and yell at each other. Something. Maybe the latter would be the best option. We’d get everything out of our systems and wouldn’t have to talk about it again.