Reign A Romance Anthology - Nina Levine Page 0,267

move them down so the band is around my thighs. A quick tear, and I roll it on with shaky fingers.

“Don’t move,” I mutter and push inside her.

Star lets out a little cry, but it’s muffled. “My God,” she gasps. She holds both my shoulders and wiggles beneath me. Her breath is hot and fast on my cheeks. “Right,” she whispers. “I’m all yours.”

Her words cut through the drug-fuelled fog in my brain.

All mine? I’ve never wanted ownership of a chick. Never cared for anyone enough to bring them into my fucked-up world. Yet on the first night of meeting Star, she has given me a reprieve of the burden and pain I’ve carried for years in a city where I know and trust no one. This woman gets what I need with no questions asked.

Before I thrust, I lean down and kiss her on the lips. She tastes like mango and peppermint.

Our lips linger, and then she slaps my arse. “I said I’m ready.”

Is she?

I push into her, and her eyes widen.

“Fuck, you fill all of me, and it feels so good,” she mumbles.

Hard and fast, I keep pumping into her, building, only the air is thicker compared to Adelaide, and it’s challenging to breathe. She squeezes around my shaft, groans and flutters her lashes open. I focus on her breasts bouncing with our rhythm.

Reaching around, I lift one thigh, grab her foot and wrap her leg around me. Pushing up on one elbow, I shift the angle. I’ll never tire of hearing the sweet sound of skin smacking and my name being called, especially from red lips in a shrill cry of pleasure and pain.

“You’re relentless,” Star says and tilts her head back.

I have no idea how long we’ve been fucking, only that her foot keeps sliding down my back with the sweat coating my skin. I lift her heel to dig into my hamstring. My balls tighten when fingernails scrape along my back.

“You’re everything I needed tonight,” I say between breaths.

“Why is that?” she rasps.

“Today’s date.” I shake my head. “It’s a day I’d rather forget.”

I stop, pull out and kneel back to peel the condom off my thick cock, then state, “Finish me.” I stand beside the bed and wait for Star to crawl toward the edge of the bed.

She wraps her long fingers around my dick as though she’s assessing its girth, then licks the moisture balling on the tip. Star takes me in slowly, her tongue dances along the shaft with a swift action of her lips.

“Yes, don’t stop.” My hips move in a rhythm to match hers. I glance down, the action of my dick sliding in out of a chick’s mouth is perfection. Eyes round, she takes all of me.

This girl hasn’t even gagged.

Another first.

Star grabbing my balls and gently squeezing, while sliding those full lips along the length of my dick—back and forth, back and forth—is beautifully mesmerising.

The haze returns, only with the clarity of pleasure ripping through my veins as I come, shuddering into Star’s mouth, a beautiful release of the tension of a fucking anniversary date and the burden I’ve carried since I was a kid. To remain upright, I place both hands on her shoulders, allowing the clarity of the release to fill my mind, even if it’s momentary.

Star frees my dick and leans her forehead on my gut as though she’s equally wrecked.

“Good girl,” I whisper.

Damn-fucking-impressive.

She flops back onto the bed, breathing heavily like she has sprinted to the finish line. I collapse beside her and roll on my back, my focus on the fan spinning above us in a hypnotic action.

Sharp pain in the back of my thigh brings me out of the trance. It’s the band of my jeans. Fuck, I didn’t even bother to pull them off.

“What happened to you?” Sky runs a finger over my chest. “On this date.”

“You don’t want to hear my sob story.”

“Try me.” She curls into my side.

I ramble on some more and only shut up when a bang on the door has me springing to my feet and tugging the denim up my thighs.

The door opens, and Cade peers in.

His expression falls like he’s seen a ghost.

“Jesus.” He runs his hands through his hair. “I’ve called an Uber. We should leave,” he blurts and slams the door behind him.

“Give me a minute.” I kiss Star on the lips.

Fly zipped, I pull on my T-shirt despite the sweat making it difficult to roll the material down my torso, and