Shameless - Sybil Bartel Page 0,86

you feel you.”

“Oh God, it feels so good. You feel so good.” Grabbing my thigh, she dug her nails in. “But its okay? For you? Are you sure?”

I hadn’t fucked without the lower piercings in years. I couldn’t even remember fucking without them. Shit, I couldn’t remember a single woman before this sweet contradiction wrapped her perfect cunt around my cock. Everything about Summer fit. Her sass, her mouth, her body—she was a fucking gift, and I wasn’t letting her go.

Cupping her cheek, I turned her face until our mouths met. “It feels goddamn perfect, because you’re perfect.” I drove my tongue in and kissed her hard.

Groaning into my mouth like I was her salvation, she started to shake and her cunt constricted, locking down on my cock like a vise grip.

My balls tightened, and inhaled sharply. “You go off on me now, principessa, and I’m not gonna be able to hold back.” Fuck, I was close.

“Oh God. I can’t… I can’t wait. I’m going to come.” Soaking my hand and my cock, she slammed back into my next thrust. “Shade!”

She fucking detonated and I was done.

Grabbing her hips with both hands, I drove into her. Hot, slick, and so fucking tight, she pulsed all around me and I lost control. Going deep with three more thrusts, I let go.

Growling, I came inside her.

Then shit went haywire in my head.

My cock buried deep, my seed filling her womb, the thought of her swelling with my kid came out of nowhere and my chest went tight. Physically jolted from the thought, I cursed. “Fuck. Fuck.”

Laying with her tits pressed into my counter, her delicate hands feathered over my thighs. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I stared at her. Her thighs still quivering, her heels still on, she looked spineless and sated and so fucking gorgeous, my head swam. “Fuck.”

Grasping the counter, she pushed up and looked over her shoulder at me. “Shade?”

“It’s not nothing,” I admitted. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I reluctantly eased out of her. “Come on.” I picked her up.

“Wait.” She gasped. “I’ll make a mess all over your tux.”

“Don’t care.” I wanted her in my bed, and I wanted her underneath me.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and I walked us into the master. With a guarded expression, she glanced up at me, but I kept my eyes locked straight ahead.

Setting her down, I issued an order. “Shoes off. Get in.”

She eyed me a moment, then she gracefully stepped out of her heels, walked to the side of the bed and turned the covers back. Hesitating, she glanced at me.

Yanking my shirt off, I kicked off my dress shoes and shoved my pants down. “If I don’t care about my tux, I sure as fuck don’t care about the sheets. Get in bed, woman.” I needed to talk to her. Preferably while I was balls deep.

She climbed in and got under the covers.

Still hard for her, I dropped my boxers and yanked the covers off before crawling over her. Grasping her face, I stared down at her. “Fuck woman. Sei sbalorditiva.”

Staring back at me, she didn’t smile. She didn’t even blink.

“You’re stunning,” I translated.

She cupped my face. “What just happened?”

My cock surged and every goddamn reason why she was perfect for me resonated. But that didn’t mean I was it for her. “I need back inside you.”

No hesitation, she spread her legs.

Fisting myself, I circled her clit once, then sunk inside her.

She moaned, I groaned and her back arched as her eyes fluttered shut.

“Look at me,” I demanded.

Hooded, but wary, her baby blues met mine.

I gave her the truth. “I want more.”

Her shy smile touched her lips and she teased me. “Already?”

“I’m not playing games,” I warned.

Her smile dropped. “I didn’t think you were.”

I couldn’t be inside her and not move. Thrusting once, twice, I stilled. “I said this was the beginning and I meant it, but I want more.” I paused. Then I gave her the possessive shit eating up my head space because I knew it wouldn’t go away. It wasn’t a fleeting thought. It wasn’t post orgasmic bullshit. I’d never had these thoughts about any woman. This was it, and it was as real as it got. “I want to put a baby in you.”

She inhaled sharply, and her body went stiff.

“One day,” I amended. “You good with that? You want kids?”

She relaxed marginally. “Yes.”

I exhaled, but I didn’t relax. “But?” She was holding back.

“But not today.” She smiled and this time it was the