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I don’t know how the two go together, but the filthy things this perfect little angel says has me wanting to get down on my knees and worship her, before bending her over the bar and making her take every inch of my cock.
“I never break my promises, Missy. My car’s outside. Move your arse before I move it for you.” I have to clear my throat because I know I will later. I’ll put her where I want her, and she’ll love it. I’m going to throw that naughty little body around till she can’t keep her eyes open, make sure she cums more times than she has in her whole lifetime. She’s going to remember the feel of my cock inside her. I want to ruin her for every other man who will ever look her way because she’s mine. Regardless of whether she hates me or not. This little minx is mine. We’ve got one night, and by God, we’re never going to regret it.
Alice steps away, her expression the sexiest I’ve ever seen. Pure sexual confidence in the fact that we are going to fuck. I’m obsessed with her, and she knows it. That gives her all the power, and she wears it fucking well.
I follow her to my car, opening the door before she can do it herself. She can have the gentleman till I get her naked. The gesture brings a flush to her cheeks again, and I smile because, if that makes her blush, God knows what colour she’ll be later when her legs are behind my head.
Playing it coy, she casually directs me where to park outside her apartment building. I take note of the address—it adds more mystery to the mix because I know she rents it off Tony, and even though I know all Tony’s properties, this wasn’t listed. What more does he have that I don’t know of, and how has he kept this off the books?
“This is really nice.”
She smiles sweetly, but the twinkle is still in her eyes. “Thank you.”
Before I can get out and open her door, she’s out of the car and crossing the road to her front door, leaving me to just watch. When I join her in the doorway, she simply stares up at me as I wait for her to invite me in.
“Was I what you expected?” Her question is the first hint of insecurity I’ve seen in her since I’ve arrived, and I hate it.
“No.” Her face drops, but I continue. “You’re a million times more amazing.” My words fill her eyes with an emotion I don’t want to label. It will make tomorrow too hard.
“Good.” Breathless, she tries to come off as casual, but it fails.
The sexual tension between us has been building for months. She spins, leading the way into the apartment, clicking lamps on as she goes down the hall, through the living room, and into the kitchen. They add a warm glow, giving me enough light to take in the walls and furniture. The apartment is beautiful because it’s her. Random memorabilia from her favourite movies are scattered around amongst tasteful decor, but they blend beautifully. This apartment is her safe space; this is where she is if she isn’t at work. One night on the phone, she admitted to me her anxiety of the world keeps her locked in here more than it should. Instead of despising it, she appreciates what she has and has made it somewhere she loves to be. And I’m the asshole who’s going to leave bad memories here because she’ll regret letting me come in when she finds out my motive. But I’m selfish, and I want her before I have to lose her.
“Would you like a drink?” she asks over her shoulder, bringing out the things from the cupboard and fridge to make herself a gin and tonic—her drink of choice.
“No, thank you, Missy.” I need to drown in her. Walking around, looking at this apartment, is too much, and I feel suffocated. I need her to take it away. Before I go, I want her to feel what I feel for her.
My nickname for her stills her arm as I come up behind. A shiver runs through her when my hands land on her hips, nudging her to let go of the gin bottle and let me turn her around until she’s facing me.
Alice’s lips move like she wants to say something but is suddenly too busy trying to breath. Her pounding heart is making her necklace move again, and I know she’s feeling what I feel—undiluted need for the other.
I have to lean down to touch her, but I love it. My hands travel down her hips, over the generous soft swell of her arse, and down to the back of her thighs. Her eyes never leave mine, her breath audible, and a sound of surprise and arousal escapes as my fingers tease her inner thighs before I lift her up.
She sits in my hands so easily, her body crashing against mine, like magnets that have been apart for too long. I want to sit her on the counter and tease her with our first kiss, but she takes it away because, the second her tits touch my chest, her lips come crashing against mine with an angelic moan of relief. Her hand comes up to knock the hat from my head.
I’ve never been keen on kissing. It’s always seemed a little too personal. Since I can’t get attached to a woman in my line of work, I always just avoided it. But her lips are sweet, like she’s just eaten candy and sugar. A hunger like I’ve never had before takes over, and suddenly, I want to kiss these lips for the next eighteen hours. I want to taste her from head to toe, to see where she is the sweetest and commit it to memory forever. No one has ever tasted like this.
I could so easily fuck her right here on the kitchen counter, but I want more for her. She deserves more than that. So, with her weight cradled in my hands, I carry her back into the hallway we came through until I find her room. The lamp from the living room casts enough light into hers for me to be able to see where her bed is. To sit her down on the bed, I have to crouch to my knees. I’d happily stay on my knees for this woman. Feeling her now, in my hands, makes me very sure of that.
I lean away from her, breaking the kiss so I can pull her pirate-themed shirt over her head. When her hands are free from it, she hastily makes work of yanking my scarf and tugging at my shirt until I take it the rest of the way off.
“I appreciate you wanting to take it slow, but if you don’t fuck me really soon, I think I’ll die,” she says so sweetly, reaching for my belt, undoing it, and jerking it through the loops.
I glance down at my Reaper tattoo, suddenly glad we are in a dark room and she can’t see it all that clearly. She’s going to see it in the morning, though. What will I say?
Hearing her need for me sends a hot rush down the back of my neck. Her wish is my command. My hands grasp her around her waist, below the loops of red and black lace hanging from her bra. I pick her up enough to chuck her back, further up the bed, so I can crawl on top of her. Still on my knees, I unbutton her jeans, not bothering pulling the zipper down. Instead, I rip it open with the waistband and hook the material back under her arse so I can pull them off her legs. She gasps in shock, and even in the dim lighting, I can see her staring up at me in awe.
Dear God, do I want to worship this woman!
Her knickers match the bra. Black and red lace taunt me in the dark. I want to savour the image before I rip them off and leave them unwearable. My body pushes her into the mattress as I take back her mouth, loving the wet sensation of her lips and tongue moving against mine. I kiss her until she’s gasping, before moving to her neck, grinding my hips against her open legs as I suckle and nibble the skin behind her ear. The sound of her need escapes her lips with every breath. I want to see her face, so I move up on to my elbow, leaving my hand free.
Her eyes are heavy, her body trembling, and her hands grasp at every inch of my skin she can reach. “For fucks sak—”
My hand comes up to wrap around her throat, pressing only on the sides so it doesn’t stop her breathing, but she has the pressure I know is going to send her wild, because my precious, sweet woman loves it dirty.
A moan passes her lips as her eyes practically roll back in her head. Her body arches her pussy harder against my dick, still caged in my jeans.
“You’ll take my cock when I say so.” I move my hand to the side so I can continue to tease her. I want her so worked up, she cums from me sliding into her. Not before and not when I pump—the second I slide into her.
