“Sounds like you’ve put a lot of thought into this,” she said, licking her lips as she ran her hands over his back, loving the way his muscles flexed beneath her touch.
He chuckled as he kissed his way back to her lips. “I’ve thought of nothing else, sweetheart. I’ve imagined just how good it would feel to slide inside you, how wet you’d be, how tightly you’d wrap around my cock and how loud you’d moan as I fucked you.”
“And now?” she asked, terrified that he’d stop.
“And now I’m going to find out.”
Chapter 32
Oh, he was truly fucking up his game plan, but as he moved down her delectable little body, licking and kissing every inch of skin that he came across, he couldn’t have cared less. He wanted her and he was done waiting for the perfect moment.
This wasn’t going to fuck up his game plan. He wouldn’t let it. He’d give in and finally find out just how good she was going to feel wrapped around his cock and worry about the rest later. Besides, showing her just how good it felt to be fucked by a man that wanted her could only advance his plans.
He’d use sex to get what he wanted and by this time next year, she’d be his for good. Finally, one thing in his life would go the way that it should. He’d have what his cousins had, a woman that made his life worth something, and he couldn’t wait. It had taken some time, but now he was sure that Tinkerbelle was the woman that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. She was beautiful, feisty, unbelievable sexy and she drove him out of his fucking mind.
“Spread your legs, Tinkerbelle,” he said, kissing her belly button.
With a little whimper that had him licking his lips in anticipation, he pressed one last kiss just below her belly button before he shifted until he was awkwardly lying on the floor between her legs. He should pick her up and carry her to bed to do this properly, but he didn’t want to chance wrecking this moment. He pressed a kiss against her slit, savoring her sweet scent and telling himself that he could at least take this slowly and make it good for her, but the first swipe of his tongue destroyed his control.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh……Danny!” she screamed, tangling her fingers in his hair as she shifted wildly beneath his mouth, riding his tongue as she trembled beneath them.
He struggled to hold back, to make this last longer at least until he could clear his head and think straight, but the second she started tugging at his hair he’d lost what little control he had left. He moved up her body, taking her mouth in a demanding kiss as he reached down with one hand and shoved his pants down as far as he could push them. He was still pushing them down when he pulled back, groaning when the move caused his cock to slide down against her slit until the sensitive head was tracing her wet slit, getting coated in her arousal.
“Danny, please!” she begged against his lips as she wrapped her arms around him.
“Dreamed of this,” he growled against her lips as he pushed in slowly.
She cried out in his mouth as he struggled to go slowly. He wanted to savor this moment. As he pushed in he groaned, long and loud as her sheath tightened around him. God, she was so fucking wet and tight. He’d never felt a hold like this before.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said, pushing in the rest of the way until he felt his balls press up tightly against her bottom.
She chuckled against his lips as he laid there, struggling not to come.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice strained as he struggled not to lose control and embarrass himself. He raised his head and looked down at her, raising a brow in question.
“I can feel you,” she said, laughing as she hugged him. “I can actually feel you!”
Chuckling, he leaned back down and kissed her. “How do I feel?” he asked, slowly pulling back until the tip of his cock was positioned at her entrance. He swallowed her surprised gasp as he pushed back inside her, relishing the feel of her silk walls sliding over him.
“Good,” she moaned. “You feel so good, Danny.”
“Was it worth the wait?” he asked, starting to move in a slow, steady rhythm.
“God, yes,” she moaned as her arms tightened around him.
He brushed his lips against hers before he pulled back just far enough so that he could watch her. He gazed down into her eyes as he continued to roll his hips, sliding in and out of her, every stroke coating his cock and making the returning slide that much smoother. He’d never felt anything better in his life. He’d never felt like this before, like he was home. In her arms he felt like everything in his life was the way that it should be.
“You are so beautiful, Jodi,” he said, shifting his weight onto his right arm so that he could cup her face with his other hand. He traced her plump bottom lip with his thumb. “So, goddamn beautiful.”
Her lip trembled beneath his touch as her lips pulled up into a watery smile. “Thank you,” she whispered, leaning up and kissing him. He followed her lips as she laid back. She ran her hands down his back and over the curve of his ass, encouraging him to continue.
He continued to thrust inside her, harder and faster to match the kiss, which had gone out of control. No matter how many times he’d imagined fucking her over the last few months, he’d never imagined that it could feel this good.
“Oh, shit!” he groaned as he felt her tighten around him.
She moaned, long and loud against his mouth as he quickened his thrust, slamming into her harder and faster, struggling to hold back, to hold on for her.
“Danny!” she cried out as he felt her clamp down around him. He growled her name as he lost control.
Gasping for air, he laid on top of her, kissing her face, her nose, and her chin, unable to stop smiling as he did it. It wasn’t until he kissed her firm lips that he realized that something was wrong.
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“Ow!”
“Don’t move.”
“How bad is it?” she asked, biting her lip as she risked a glance over her shoulder to find the bastard struggling not to laugh.
“It’s ummm,” he cleared his throat, “not that bad.”
“Liar,” she muttered pathetically as she turned back around and sat there, trying to pretend that she didn’t have major rug burn covering the back of her arms, back and ass.
He chuckled as he leaned forward and kissed the top of her shoulders, one of the few places that wasn’t covered with rug burns. “It’s not that bad,” he clearly lied, because every inch of her back and bottom was on fire.
Fire!
“Is-is it bleeding?” she asked, worrying her bottom lip, praying that he did a better job lying to her this time.
A long drawn out sigh was her answer. “I’m really sorry, sweetheart.”
At that she turned her head and buried her face in her pillow. “It was worth it,” she mumbled, because it had been worth it…..
At least it had been until the most intense orgasm of her life had slowed down and she’d realized that her back was on fire. That’s when she may have started freaking out…..a bit.
He chuckled as he gently ran his fingers through her hair. “I’m glad that you think so, sweetheart.”
“It was,” she solemnly said with a nod and a little sniffle.