Waiting.
Burning up.
Lusting for this man in extraordinary ways.
Unchained ways.
She wanted him badly.
And right now.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Splice
If Splice needed proof of how Lisa had control over his entire being, it was right there while he had her on all fours in the middle of his staircase, because she’d been too damn impatient to wait while he carried her up to the bedroom.
There was no conscious conversation Splice had with himself to make Lisa a priority.
That decision was in every cell, and right now, it was screaming at Splice to see to all her carnal aches.
As he came down over her prone body, his raging dick nudged into her panties-covered ass, but this wasn’t about him.
Not right now.
“Couldn’t wait until I got you to a bed, huh? You just had to shake your pert ass in my face, didn’t you?” he pressed his mouth to the side of her neck and sucked until she whimpered.
Lisa was beauty itself.
She was every addiction a man like him could die from and never hope for a cure.
The want he felt for Lisa burned the back of his throat as he stroked a hand around to her belly, lifting her into him before he slid that hand into her panties and found her pussy scalding hot to the touch. Lust stacked up in his chest, pouring blood down to his bulging dick until not a drop was left in his head. He was caught in a whirlpool of chaotic longing.
His addictive goddess was his chaos, and he’d happily let her destroy him.
“Does Ryan Gold want to fuck me? Are you aching to take over?” She smiled back at him like an innocent girl, and Splice had to grind his back molars before he lost his composure and did some pathetic begging.
All because his girlfriend was teasing him in the way that got his engine revving.
He saw it in the twinkle in her eyes, making her so much more beautiful than she already was.
“Nah, goddess, it’s all about you, period,” he said, knowing it was the truth.
He loved the way it suddenly felt right. To know he was all about Lisa in every way she needed him to be.
She was first, middle, and last.
That vital piece of his existence, she didn’t realize, belonged to her.
“Ryan Gold is such a gorgeous liar, isn’t he?” she taunted, but the noise drifted into a languid moan as he rammed his two fingers higher into her dripping core.
“Oh, God. Ryan.Ryan. It’s so good.Don’t stop.”
“Like I could, goddess. Not until this little pussy shudders for me. Are my fingers too much?”
“Nooooo. So perfect. More.More!”
Lisa’s small, breathy demands were like a starting pistol going off in Splice’s brain. He continued to ply taunting pressure to her clasping walls, giving thumb strokes to her clit, and he felt it happening for her in quick moves.
