Page 31 of Lost Love


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I slid my hand down my belly, splaying my fingers, then I slid my index finger between my folds, gathering my moisture. Connor watched me like a hawk as I dipped one, then two fingers inside myself.

“Now there’s a sight I’m committing to the memory bank,” he said, fisting himself with long slow strokes.

I loved the way he watched me. It empowered me to have confidence in the bedroom like never before. I dragged my free hand up to the underside of my breast, squeezing my nipple between my fingers while dragging my teeth across my lower lip. I slipped my fingers out of my soaked pussy and reached for his cock.

He groaned in appreciation.

“I want to see your cock glistening with my dripping desire from base to delicious tip,” I said.

I clasped my hand over his hard dick, feeling the familiar ache from the unlimited libido I found I had around him.

He released his grip, giving me full access. Starting with the tip, I gently rubbed my index finger up and round, creating a slippery effect as his pre-cum mixed with my essence. Then I slipped my hand down the to the base of his cock, stroking him and relishing in the erotic sensations as my hand slid along the thick vein underneath.

I stroked him up and down as he panted, the curves and ripples of his torso shuttering with each breath.

“Pepper,” he hissed out in an impatient breath.

Fuck, it felt empowering to have this hold over him.

Without warning, his hands fell to my hips, his thumbs digging into my skin as he lifted me off the floor and onto his waist. I let out a gasp. His dominance infused a warmth throughout my body that lit every nerve ending. My legs automatically fell around his, my arms circling his neck, where my fingers interlaced at the nape of his neck.

He pressed me against the glass wall, and I shuddered from the chill.

He tilted his head lower. “Are you on the pill?” he growled, his grip on me growing more possessive.

“Yes,” I said, wanting nothing more than to feel all of him inside me.

But how did I know he was clean?

As if sensing my hesitation, he steadied me, his eyes piercing and calling my attention. “I test every month, Pepper. I’m clean, and since we’ve been fucking, it’s only been you.”

My stomach fluttered, taking me by surprise. And when Connor’s lips plunged into mine, it was a connection that took my breath away. With his body pressed against mine, his brawny thick arms holding me in place, his tongue devoured me in a desperate, heart-squeezing kiss that had my heart hammering in my chest and my limbs floating on a cloud.

I pulled him closer, my tits pressed against his rock-hard chest. He shifted slightly, so we aligned, then he pushed his tip in, and I moaned in his mouth as he sunk deeper inside me. Our hips moved together, my ass against the glass as he entered me, his full length taking me to new heights. He gripped me tighter, pulling me close. I pulled away breathlessly, and his mouth scraped along my jaw, snapping me delicately with his teeth. I tilted my head up, exposing the column of my neck. Harder and faster, he pumped into me, our skin slipping against each other.

“Fuck, I feel you, Pepper,” he said before taking his lips to my neck in a vicious grasp, sucking the skin in a bruising, delicious pain.

My body tensed, the heat pooling in my core and slashing up my body. The sensation tipped me over. “Fuck,” I screamed out, coming in waves around him.

He moaned a loud throaty groan from the back of his throat as he shot his warmth inside me.

Chests rose and fell against each other.

“Fuck, Pepper, you are a spice unto yourself.”

7

Connor

Isat in the forecast meeting with the board, trying my damnedest to erase the quicksilver imagery of Pepper up against my glass wall, legs splayed wide with me eating her like my favorite gelato.

That was three days ago, and I couldn’t get her out of my head since.

She’d been with Lourde. It turns out, after the family inquisition, when my parents declared Lourde and Barrett could no longer see one another, they split up. Or, more precisely, Barrett broke it off with Lourde, leaving my sister in a mess and Pepper to help pick up the pieces.

He’d done the noble thing, breaking it off. Accusations of that magnitude would ruin our family, and any association had to be severed swiftly. But sitting here, watching the lined faces and overweight bellies of each board member, I felt conflicted, if not partly to blame for Barrett’s decision.

Part of me wanted Barrett to stand up to my father and tell him to fuck off.

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