This Year's Black (Killer Style 2)

“Don’t worry, honey, I’m not stopping anytime soon.” He plunged two fingers into her, crossing and uncrossing them as he rubbed her inner walls. His knuckles brushed against her G-spot’s tangle of nerves and pleasure ricocheted around her body from the stretch of her arms to the yearning ache in her core.

The combination of pressure and his unhurried pace stole her ability to form words or to think, or to do anything but feel. She twisted her hips against his hand as the vibrations built in her thighs. The tremors in her legs deepened as the tightness in her pussy increased. Everything built higher and tighter, her entire body heaving with need.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he leaned down and lapped his tongue across her clit, sending her over into the abyss. A strangled moan escaped as her climax poured over her like molten lava. Aftershocks of pleasure reverberated through her as she tried to bring the world back into focus.

Devin raised himself so he lay with his cheek resting on her stomach. His thumbs pressed against her hips and he kissed her belly. “What do you want?”

“You inside me.” Need weakened her voice just as it strengthened her determination to have him here and now.

“Why?” He growled the question against the curve of her hip, his fingers anchoring her in place.

Afraid she was going to implode under the pressure of his lips and her lust, she pulled out of his grasp and retreated to the been-there-done-that cynicism that had served her so faithfully. “Because you’re a damn good lay. I’m not looking for anything more than a little friendly release.”

“Is that the only reason?” He quirked an eyebrow and rolled back up his heels, his hard cock heavy between his legs.

Yes. No. Maybe. “You want another one? I’m breaking enough rules already.” They were starting to pile up chin high. Was it just a week ago she’d been so set on having a full year of freedom from men and their issues?

He closed the inches between them, a reckless determination darkening his eyes. “I don’t think this is the first time you’ve broken a few rules.”

“True.” She trailed her fingers up the dragon tattoo on his arm, relishing the twitch of his muscles reacting to her touch and the quickening pace of the vein in his neck. “But you’re the one who’s making me break them.”

“That doesn’t change the question.” He lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirled once and then twice around the hard tip before he released it. “Why?”

Why did she want him inside her so badly? “Because I want to feel something good.”

“I hate to break it to you, sugar.” He sank a finger between her slick folds and she gasped in his ear. “But I’m pretty fucking far from good.”

“Not from where I’m looking.” The truth of the statement sank in a moment before his mouth claimed hers. And that’s when she knew she was in big trouble.

…

Soft, wet, and hot, Ryder melted against Devin, making him harder than he thought possible. She gripped his fingers as he slid them in and out of her, he circled her entrance as she squirmed in his arms. She’d come only moments before and was ready again. His thumb found her clit, rubbing her and pushing against the side of it.

“How about this? Is this good?”

She mumbled something that sounded like, “Yes!” followed by, “Don’t fucking stop!”

He rubbed his stubbled cheek against her tits because he knew she liked that and licked the valley between them as the cool night breeze rushed over them. Taking her nipple into his hungry mouth, he teased her with his teeth. Scraping. Tugging. Making her call out his name in a tone that was both plea and promise. It was almost too much.

Almost.

“Got a condom?” he rasped. Refilling his wallet stash hadn’t been at the top of his mind since they’d landed.

“Fuck.” Ryder rested her head back against the sleeping bag. The frustrated look on her face would have been comical if he hadn’t been dealing with the same emotion right then.

“Take me in your hand,” he ordered.

Her firm grip encircled him and glided up and down his cock. The world went dark but he managed to continue stroking her and teasing her supple flesh. A flash of gold around her wrist pierced the blackness. Their blessing bracelet. He jiggled his arm so his matching gold rope rolled down to the base of his thumb, then angled his wrist so the bracelet pressed against her sensitive clit.

A soft moan escaped her. “Devin.” She bit her bottom lip, sucking it into her hot mouth. “I’m so close.”

“Don’t worry, sugar, I’m not going anywhere.” He added a second finger inside her, rubbing and tapping her G-spot in an unhurried rhythm.

“More. Harder.”

Eager to watch her come apart, he followed directio

n, ignoring the electric sensations tightening his balls. Moaning in appreciation, she rocked against his hand, riding him. He took a nipple in his mouth, pulling at it while increasing the rhythm against her clit. She cried his name as her walls tightened around his fingers. Her body arched and shook.