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“And that’s why I didn’t say anything,” she replied with a defiant tilt of her chin. Despite her bravado, a single tear rolled down her cheek.
Without thought, I caught it with my thumb and placed it in my mouth. I swallowed her salty tear and wished I were a different man. That I had more to offer her than the blood on my hands from the choices I’d make again if I had to. That I’d listened to my father and become a fireman like he’d been, instead of rebelling and ending up as an outlaw. Yet I actually couldn’t regret where I was today. The Royal Bastards were my family as much as my mom and dad were. The nonexistent relationship with my brother was my only regret.
Funny how none of that had crossed my mind when I’d been with Yvette. The thought of that two-faced bitch while my hard-as-stone dick was still buried in Sloane’s tight pussy was akin to sacrilege, and I quickly shoved it away.
My cock pulsed impatiently, and she gasped. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” I muttered as I gripped her hips tight enough I’d likely leave bruises and closed my eyes. I needed to get her off me, but fuck if I didn’t want to stay buried deep inside her forever.
She tentatively moved her hips, and I sharply sucked air in through clenched teeth.
“Did that hurt you?” she questioned in a worried tone that had my eyes flying open in disbelief.
“What? Are you fucking crazy?” I should be the one worried about hurting her, yet she was concerned about me.
She repeated the movement.
“Goddamn it, Sloane. You need to stop. I don’t want to hurt you any more than I already have.”
“It barely hurts at all now. I… I need… something.” She shifted her hips again, and my eyes rolled back. She had no idea what she was doing and that made it all the more powerful—and sexy as fuck.
“Sloane…,” I groaned, drawing her name out with it.
“Phoenix, I need to move. Please,” she softly pleaded. Her tight, hot pussy clenched around me, and I was lost. Somehow, I knew there wasn’t a motherfucking thing I could refuse this woman. It might result in me getting my ass kicked, but I was pretty sure I’d give her anything she wanted, no matter what it cost me.
With my heart pounding in my ears, I slowly lifted, then lowered her, showing her I wanted her to set the pace. Her hands rested on my chest, and I raised my shoulders from the bed to pull my T-shirt off and toss it to the side. When her smooth palms returned to where they were, she rolled those hips again, and a soft sound escaped her.
Obviously frustrated at the fabric of her skirt getting in the way, she pulled at the tie on the side and unwrapped herself like a motherfucking Christmas present.
Forcing myself to behave, I allowed her to ride me the way she needed. Unable to resist, I cupped her tits over her soft, thin sweater and pinched her nipples through the layers. Her walls fluttered around my shaft, and her head fell back. The ends of her silky black hair brushed the tops of my thighs, and I imagined wrapping the shiny length of it around my fist.
Impatient, she ripped off her sweater next and threw it to the side. Ever helpful, I reached around and unhooked her bra.
Holy shit, she was perfect. Teardrop tits, perfectly rounded, with pink puckered nipples that begged me to show them the attention they deserved. Far be it from me to disappoint. My hands splayed over her back, and I brought her closer as I damn near did a sit-up to capture one and greedily suck on it.
The little gasp she made when I grasped it between my teeth was like a trigger had been pulled. She circled her hips, and I knew from the change in her movements that she was rubbing her clit against me. The fact that on her first time she shamelessly sought what felt good to her was a bigger turn-on than I could’ve imagined.
“Fuck, how do you know just what to do?” I asked after I released one nipple and moved to the other. Through it all, she worked my cock over while raspy moans and whimpers bled from her parted lips.
“Ohhh. So good. Need. Need. Everything,” she ground in a disjointed reply that stroked my ego. The woman couldn’t form coherent sentences with my cock in her. If that wasn’t a boost to a man’s self-esteem, I didn’t know what would be, because it left me wanting to pound on my chest.
Erratic in her increasing need, she continued to grind as she picked up the pace, and though I was on the verge of exploding, I held off for her. Okay, barely, butfuck. For a few brief minutes, I forgot about the fact that I only met her yesterday. I ignored the warning voice in the back of my mind that screamed I was fucking up. None of that mattered when her tight pussy fit me like a glove—like we’d been created for each other. A puzzle stamped out so we only fit with each other despite the thousands of pieces in the batch.
Her breathing turned ragged, and her nails scored my skin. The pain mixed with the feel of her gliding along my aching cock took its toll on my self-control.
“Oh shit,” she cried out. “I think I’m….”
“What? What are you going to do?” I demanded as I lost the battle and thrust up into her perfect heat.
“Phoenix! I’m going to come!” she whispered between gasps.
Unable to stop myself if I wanted to, I curled up, wrapped one arm around her waist, and held her against me as I began to meet her stroke for stroke. My other hand snaked up her back, clutched her hair like the lifeline it was, and melded our bodies together in a way I’d never been with any other woman. I thrust into heaven.
“Yesssss! Phoenix!” she screamed as every muscle in her body tensed up, and I pressed my face into that sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. Open-mouthed, I skimmed kisses back and forth on that perfectly soft skin that smelled like every temptation I’d ever known. The light flutters in her core were nothing compared to the gripping contractions that damn near pushed my fucking cock right out of her when she came.
She was absolutely glorious in the throes of her climax. Head bowed as if she was worshipping at the altar, cheeks flushed, her hot breath fanning over my cheek and neck.
Once she quit spasming around me, I drove up into her now-dripping wet sheath. Slick with her cum, she slid effortlessly over my length and took everything I gave her. Not that I actually counted, but it couldn’t have taken more than a handful of strokes before I emptied into her. I shuddered as I filled her with every goddamn drop I had.
“Oh fuck, yes,” I murmured as my cock continued to pulse within her. It was absolute fucking Nirvana.
It might’ve been seconds, or it could’ve been an hour. I honestly had no clue, but we sat there trying to catch our breath as we held onto the other for dear life. When I literally couldn’t sit up a moment longer, I lay back, bringing her with me.
Still seated within her warmth and loath to leave, I pressed her cheek to my pounding heart. My thoughts were so scattered, I couldn’t speak. As I stroked her hair from her crown down to her back, my brain began to function—a little—and one thought played in my mind on repeat.
Voodoo was going to kill me.
I was well and truly fucked.
Yet I couldn’t find one ounce of regret in me.
