CHAPTER 8
Viper
The excitement in Grace’s eyes matched the lust in my soul.
Maybe a part of me should feel as if I’d taken some advantage of her, but I couldn’t. Not after tasting her sweet pussy and experiencing the way she’d clawed for me while I’d been doing so. She was magnificent, not only a feast for a famished man but her beauty everything an incarcerated man prayed for.
The one giant fantasy that never came true.
But on this night, I considered myself a lucky man.
So much so I was ready to go all night.
As if I could.
With her pussy muscles wrapped around my cock, I was already at the point of being unable to control the situation. She was that hot, that wet.
And that desirable.
While she wiggled in my hold, she wasn’t trying very hard to get away. Her eyes were dilated, staring up at me with about a half dozen questions. None of which I figured I could answer.
But I knew one thing without a doubt. The passion was un-fucking-believable.
I pulled out once again, toying with her to try to lengthen the moment shared. She arched her back, pulling hard against my physical hold and I wanted to warn her not to shove her breasts into my face. She had the most perfect nipples in the world, my mouth still watering.
The touch of her skin was amazing and very hot. As I caressed her leg, she undulated under me. Just being able to rock together was amazing, so much so I slowed my actions, enjoying the moment more than most men would.
Just the wetness alone, the way her lips pursed and the taste of them ignited everything I’d allow to go dormant. I almost laughed at the thought since I was a man destined to try to put out fires.
When I pressed my lips against her leg, she mewed in a way that sent another wave of desire through me. “Be careful. I could devour you alive,” I told her.
“I wouldn’t stop you if you tried.”
“Be careful, lady. You don’t know the kind of man I truly am.”
“That’s okay,” she whispered. “The mystery is a nice change.”
After pulling out and driving into her again, I took a deep breath before repeating myself. Finally, I could sense I wasn’t going tobe able to hold back. Doing so was torture for a man who’d been forced to go without.
We moved together, her eyes rarely blinking. I could swear she was prying open my soul and inserting a part of herself. I wanted to warn her what she’d find would terrify her. I’d do that later when she insisted on talking after sex.
Boy, I sounded like the very asshole she’d already silently accused me of being. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to hear her voice or learn more about her. It was that I knew that would lead to her asking more questions.
Ones I didn’t want to answer even to myself.
The fucking was amazing, our bodies perfectly matched. As she smiled, I felt a change in her pussy. Oh, hell, no. She’d clamped her muscles down around my dick. Did she have no understanding what that did to a man?
I threw my head back, panting like some crazed animal, fighting to keep that last ounce of control because I wanted her to orgasm one more time. With my jaw gritted, I changed my technique, rolling her leg over my shoulder.
She smashed her hands on the comforter, her cute mews becoming wild moans. “You’re so… Wow. That’s amazing.”
“I’ll take that as another compliment.” With a grin on my face, I fucked her long and hard, refusing to go easy on her.
She tossed her head from side to side, every moan gasoline. Every wisp of her long eyelashes across her cheeks pushing me closer to the edge. But hell, no. Not yet.
The wild child in her finally gave up trying to keep from flying free. The moment she lurched up, gripping my arms and staringat me with wide eyes, I slowed my actions. There was nothing more beautiful than watching her come.
Fuck. I was rock hard, my balls about to burst.
