“You won’t have any trouble from me.”Rather than sit through more of him, I ended the call, pulling into my courtyard moments later.His timing couldn’t have been better.A feeling of triumph swelled in me as I jogged up the front steps, almost rushing into the house.
Nova was in the kitchen, seated at the counter with her laptop open in front of her.“I wasn’t expecting you this early,” she told me, her eyes widening as I marched her way.I’d met, fucked, and forgotten couture-clad women who were nothing compared to the woman in front of me.Nothing had ever been as blisteringly hot as her loose T-shirt and leggings, which I planned to remove with my teeth.
“I forgot something this morning.”Turning her in place, I took her face in my hands and lowered my head, covering her mouth.Claiming it.Claiming her.Sinking my hands into her thick, dark hair, soaking in the floral scent, my dick hardened to the sound of her sighs while our tongues slid against each other’s.
How am I supposed to walk away when this feels so damn right?
Once I let her up for air, she blinked hard, fanning herself.“What was that all about?”she asked with a breathless laugh.“Don’t tell me you came all the way home for that.”
She called my place home, and that thought squeezed my chest.
“Come on, now.”Taking her by the waist, I lifted her off the stool and set her on the counter.Her legs wrapped around me as I growled.“You should know me better than that.”
Her knowing grin told me she did, and she loved it.
16
NOVA
There was nothing like starting the morning with Vaughn’s head between my thighs.“Mm, yes,” I whispered, my hands sliding over the sheets, indulging in the feel of the silk while his tongue moved through my folds and lavished attention on my clit.“Yes, that’s it.That’s good.”
His scruffy cheeks chafed the insides of my thighs, adding to the pleasure and sensations bombarding me.I could hardly keep track of all of it—the skillful laps from his tongue, the way his hands ran over my legs once I draped them over his shoulders, his needy grunts.I had never met a man who loved eating pussy the way he did.
I had never met a man like him.
The morning sun played off his exquisite body, dancing over his muscles, making his skin glow like some bronze god.He was a god just then, a god who knew exactly what to do and when to do it.He made it his business to learn my body, make it sing, wake up all of me, and force me to accept pleasure, unlike anything I had ever known possible.
Deeper.
More intense.
Almost primal.
And I was becoming addicted.
It was as simple as that.
He was an addiction, and I didn’t know if I could turn back.I was supposed to pretend none of this ever happened.I was supposed to go on knowing I would never wake up like this again, being worshiped so thoroughly.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, my head turning from side to side, one of my hands finding the back of his head and holding it down while my hips bucked.He grunted his approval once I began to hump his face, fighting for what I needed most—relief from the sweet torture.
Relief came in the form of a shuddering orgasm, the kind that made my thighs clench around his head, squeezing while I futtered inside.It was so much, almost too much, and somehow not enough.I didn’t know if it would ever be enough.
Without saying a word, he rolled me onto my stomach, lifting my hips until my ass was in the air.I looked back over my shoulder, sweeping my hair to the side, watching him lower his head to playfully sink his teeth into my flesh until I hissed in pained pleasure.
“So you’re an ass man?”I teased, wiggling a little.
“I never knew I was before, but I would commit crimes for this ass.”He was chuckling by the time he opened a packet and unrolled a condom.“I might have to take it sometime.What do you think about that?”
What did I think about that?I thought I liked the sound of him referring to more of this in the future.Did he realize he was doing it, or was it an accident?Right now, I wasn’t going to question it.Not when he dragged himself through my juices and nudged my entrance, entering me in one slow, sure stroke.
How was I supposed to think about anything when my entire world was so thoroughly rocked?The way my body moved forward and back, guided by his hands on my hips.“I swear, you’re going to snap my dick off with this pussy,” he grunted out, releasing a long groan.God, I loved the sound of it.The sound of him losing himself, helpless.It was almost as good as the friction that built with every stroke.
“You better make me come fast, then,” I whispered.Who am I?There was freedom in being with him, letting go, losing my inhibitions, and knowing he wouldn’t mind.No, he liked it.He wanted me too.
One of his big hands slid around my hip, then down to my mound.The heat, already beginning to build, burst into a full-blown inferno when he strummed my clit, still so sensitive.
“What do you think about that?”he asked, driving himself harder, pulling me back against him.Using me.Making me love every second.
