Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,140
name, ripping at my hair. I’m drunk on pleasure and high on this girl, spinning off my axis as I try to bury my dick inside her forever. Finally, with her pussy full of my cum and my senses finding their way back to reality, I relax, pulling her against my chest.
She sighs against the side of my throat, in no hurry to slide off me and clean up. That’s another thing I like about Chelsea. Each time we’re together, she lives in the moment. Enjoys the wildness of the fucking but is content in the quiet of the after. Not needy or clingy, but instead, simply pleased. It never fails to stoke a fire inside me with the desire to please her every day until the end of time.
“You’re awfully intense today,” she murmurs, kissing my jaw before pulling back to meet my stare. “What’s going on inside that brilliant mind of yours?”
“Brilliant?” I smirk. “Someone is gracious with their compliments when she’s been fucked raw and been given a couple of orgasms.”
She laughs. “Don’t ruin it. Be serious.”
“Just thinking about how one day, I’ll own every part of your body.” Leaning in, I sweep her hair aside to expose her neck and kiss the sweet flesh. “Even here, Miss Parker.”
A gasp escapes her as I lazily run my finger up and down her ass crack.
“And if I resist?” she challenges, lifting her eyebrow in the sexy defiance that never ceases to make my dick turn to stone. Even now. Even after I’ve come deep inside her young, ripe body. She has my body convinced I’m a man closer to her age than her father’s. My dick twitches inside her, ready for another round.
“Hmm,” I rumble, taking hold of her wrists and wrenching them behind her back, glancing down at her tits that now jut into my face. “I think I’d quite like it if you resist actually. Scream a little.” I meet her amused stare and flash her an evil smile. “While you’re at it, call me Daddy, too.”
“Mr. Foster!”
THE END
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Also by SAM MARIANO
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Untouchable (bully romance)
The Imperfections (forbidden romance)
Stitches (MFM ménage romance)
How the Hitman Stole Christmas (unconventional, a pinch of mafia)
If you’re a series reader, be sure to check out her super binge-able Morelli family series! It’s dark and twisty mafia romance, and the first book is Accidental Witness.
CHAPTER ONE
James Caldron
Frankly, he looked ridiculous.
Which was really the only reason he was still occupying my incredibly precious time while blathering on about something I had absolutely no care about. I was running Her Majesty’s Government, not a charity, and the issue of archaeological preservation wasn’t even a blip on my radar. Unfortunately, strings had been pulled by the aristocratic pains in my arse, and now here I sat being advised on the importance of historical integrity.
I was more enraptured by the lad than the issue at hand.
I simply couldn’t fathom how a grown man––though admittedly, he seemed to be on the awkward, somewhat endearing precipice between boy and man, somewhere in his early twenties at a guess––could present himself in such a way.
He wore a thumb ring.
Bright gold, thick, inset with a glittering sapphire.
As I said, ridiculous.
Yet I couldn’t seem to unfix my gaze from it and, subsequently, from his hands.
To my knowledge, I had never actively studied someone’s hands before, let alone a man’s. But that silly ring locked my gaze to those long, nimble fingers and broad palms. The contrast of his white skin faintly marbled with blue and mauve veins against the black of his velvet jacket was oddly attractive. Though the man himself was tall, he still carried the coltishness of youth, but his hands were graceful, more eloquent than his speech.