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When Rooster’s back bumped against the door, I forced myself to pull away. Fumbled the key from my pocket. Shoved it into the lock. Rooster’s mouth remained on my neck, sliding the strap of my tank top down to press a kiss to my bare shoulder.
At last, I pushed the door open, grabbed Rooster by the wrist, and we practically fell into the room. I hurried to kick off my boots as he tugged my shirt over my head. Rooster had barely shrugged out of his jacket before his mouth was on mine again in a searing hot kiss of tongue, and teeth, and hunger. I fumbled to get my shorts off, ankles tangled in the fabric. He hooked his hands behind my knees.
“Up. Legs around my waist, darlin’.”
I obeyed, the rough denim of his jeans and the warm leather of his belt deliciously rough against the soft, bare skin of my thighs. I didn’t have the heart to chastise him, to remind him that he couldn’t call medarlin’orsweetheartanymore.
I’d missed him saying it. I’d missed the sweetness in his voice and the greedy, desperate clutch of his hands on my body.
Rooster moved to lean over the bed, laying me back against the mattress. His hands roamed over my body, caressing my hips, my waist, my breasts, as if committing every inch of me to memory through touch.
I draped my arms around his shoulders, threading my fingers through his hair. Canting my hips up, I started grinding my aching core against the bulge in his jeans. Rooster braced his hands on the mattress at either side of my head, his sharp, blue eyes locked on me as I rocked back and forth. My panties were soaked through, the thin fabric dragging with sweet, torturous friction against my throbbing clit.
“I could watch you get yourself off like this all day, sweetheart,” he said.
“God, I hope not,” I replied through gritted teeth. I could feel my orgasm rising, but I knew I needed more if I wanted to get there. “I don’t have the patience for that.”
Rooster chuckled, that trademark smirk I knew so well curling the corner of his mouth up. He lowered his head until his lips brushed my ear when he spoke.
“I want to see you worked up for me, baby. Show me that you’re a squirming, begging mess for my cock.”
My eyes fluttered closed and a moan escaped me. I grabbed fistfuls of Rooster’s shirt to anchor myself, rolling my hips against him at a frenzied pace now. He pulled the cups of my bra down, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. The flick of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my overheated, needy pussy.
“Rooster, please,” I ground out, flinging my head back. “Just fuck me already. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
He chuckled, his breath fanning warm and soft against my breasts. With a few soothing kisses to my tits, he barely pulled away long enough to pull a condom from his pocket. Then he pushed his jeans and boxers down past his hips.
Anticipation flared across my skin when Rooster’s cock sprang free. It felt so good to be fumbling around in bed, lost in each other, too eager to bother getting all our clothes off. In the next breath, Rooster had the condom on and he leaned over me again, caging me in with his body. I reached between us, sliding his cock up and down my slit before lining the head up at my entrance.
When he pushed in, the thick breach of him made me clutch at his forearms. My breath caught in my throat. As he sank deeper and deeper, my legs trembled. His gaze never wavered from mine.
At last, Rooster was fully sheathed inside me and I let out a sob at how perfectly full I felt. He slid his hands down my thighs, guiding my legs around his hips.
“I missed you,” I whispered.
Rooster smoothed my tears away with his thumbs, kissed my damp cheeks. I tugged at his hips, encouraging him to move. He pulled out and thrust back in with one languid stroke that made us both moan.
I wanted to stay like this forever, with lazy, sloppy kisses full of need, and gentle, dreamy touches that rendered me hazy with pleasure. But too much time had passed to take it slow now. Rooster and I rapidly grew desperate, tugging, pulling, grinding, until it was rough and hard, until the grip of his hands on my body felt like the fresh sting of a tattoo on my skin.
Rooster’s cock surged bigger, harder inside me and I knew he was close. He yanked me to the edge of the bed with a beastly grunt, pushed my thighs wide, flat against the bed. His hands bracketed my pussy, one thumb hovering just above my clit.
“Watch me fuck you, sweetheart,” he said, his voice husky. “Don’t look away. Don’t close your eyes.”
Propping myself up on my elbows, my gaze fell between my thighs where Rooster and I were joined. The full length of him was exposed, slick with my arousal. Then I watched every inch of him disappear inside me, again and again. With every thrust, his forearms flexed and the muscles of his torso tensed under the tight fabric of his shirt. I wished he was naked. I wished I could run my hands over his abs and chest, feeling every contraction as he pushed deep into me.
Rooster pressed his thumb to my clit, moving in firm, steady circles. His belt bumped against my thighs. A coil of pleasure wrapped around my lower spine, rising up and out as it unfurled.
I reached down, fingers bumping over Rooster’s knuckles. He turned his palm up and I grasped his hand. With one sharp thrust, he buried his cock as deep as possible, swearing under his breath as he came. He bowed his head, his knees threatening to give out.
A moment later, I followed him over the edge. Rooster didn’t let up, continuing to circle my clit until I writhed on the bed and pushed his hand away with a whimper.
“My perfect girl,” he murmured.
I opened my arms to him and Rooster sank into my embrace. He was heavier than he used to be and with his weight on top of me, it was almost hard to breathe, but I didn’t care. I wanted his body pressed against mine for eternity.
As the afterglow wore off and I stared up at the cracked ceiling, stained by water damage, Jed’s face lurked in the back of my mind. I had to find a way to end my marriage. Sooner rather than later.
But I knew Jed wouldn’t let me go without a fight.
