Debt Collector's Due

"I missed you too," I reply honestly.

She opens her eyes and gasped. "Alfie. Are you hurt?"

"No." I shake my head. This is nothing I haven’t dealt with before. "Just need you." I bent down and captured her lips, ready to drown in everything she represented.

In a world of violence, power plays, and pain, she’s my heaven. Athena Douglas is a personal nirvana I’d kill to protect. A clean, pure, soft thing to bury myself in. She sees the man beneath the monster. I cup her face and sample the sweetness of her mouth. She moves her head to the left and right, seeking a better angle as I lay my upper body on hers, and she winds her slender arms around me. Chest to chest, we reacquaint ourselves in an unhurried tangle of lips, tongues, and teeth.

I move back, and she sits up following me. The white sheet falls to her lap, revealing the pale pink chemise that accentuates her full breasts. I lick my lips, eager to taste her skin.

“Off.” She tugs at my white Henley, and I chuckle.

“You’re so cute when you’re bossy.”

“I’m not bossy. I’m horny,” she counters.

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” I ask. I grit my teeth as she helps me out of the shirt and tosses it behind us. She presses her hands against my chest. The sight of her brown skin against my olive is the picture of beauty. No woman could ever be a better fit for me. I’m overcome by the rightness

“Come here.” I wrap my hand around her neck and pull her lithe frame toward me. She tilts her head. I part her lips with my tongue and feast on the exquisite taste that is Athena Douglas. She moans, and I swallowed down the sound of feminine satisfaction. We surfaced for air like deep-sea divers who’ve been under too long. Her chest heaves, and I focus in on the hard buds poking through the silk of her nightgown. He cups a mound and sucks her nipple through the material. Her back arches, and she buries her fingers in my dark curls.

“Alfie,” she rasps.

“Mmhmm,” I agree, sucking harder as I massaged its twin. I bite down on the dime-sized peak. She gasps, trembling as he continues to combine pleasure with small bursts of pain. I pinch, and tug, listening to the sound of her breathing. Those broken breaths are music to my ears. She is mine to please. I release her with a pop.

“I think you’re wearing too much clothing.”

I peel the sheet away, like a man unwrapping his present, grip the hem of her gown, and work it up her body. She’s smooth skin, small curves, and softness in the moonlight streaming through the windows. I pitch the garment over my shoulder and climb onto the bed, straddling her as she lay on her back. I begin to worship her with my mouth. I nibble my way down her graceful neck to the valley of her breasts, tracing the path with the tip of my tongue. I lick around the supple swells.

“Alfie?”

“Tell me what you want, Princess.”

“Your mouth on me.”

“Where?” I smile against her sternum. It’s a game we like to play. Despite our time together she retains a bit of her soft-spoken nature in the bedroom. It’s endearing. That innocence is sexier than any practiced response I’ve had over the years.

“On my breast.”

“Like this?” I press her breasts together and suck one and then the other into my mouth.

“Oh, Lord. Yes.”

I flick the peaks, circling and sucking before I released them and nip my way down her belly. Her muscles tense, and I trace the bikini area above her neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair.

“Stop teasing,” she whines.

“Say it.”

“I want you to eat my pussy, Fie.”

I dive in, latching onto her clit like a man starving. She bucks, and grips my hair, coming off the bed as she spread her legs wider and works her hips. I pin her down with my arms and eat her like a four-course dinner. I lap at her pearl with my tongue alternating between flicks and sucks. She chants my name, and I thrust my tongue inside. She clamps down on me and stiffens, shaking as she comes. I take her in, relishing the taste of her. She’s gone limp against the sheets, breathing hard as I pull away and kiss her belly before I stretch out beside her and capture her mouth, sharing her delectable taste.

“Now, you’re overdressed,” She whispers as she recovers.

“I can fix that.” I swing my legs over the edge, and stand, removing my jeans as fast as my aches will let. She watches me with large hungry orbs that have my cock twitching. Rock hard, and leaking pre-come, my head is swollen, purple, and ready to be inside her. I stroke my length, and she licks her lips. “See something you like, Princess?”

She nods, crooking her finger. Amused, I walk toward her. She pushes my hand away, grips my base, and takes me into her warm, welcoming mouth. She swallows me down until I tap the back of her throat. She flexes her muscles, hollowing her cheeks, and bobbing her head. My eyes roll into the back of my head.

“You’re so good at this, baby.” Her wrist rotates as she hits the perfect rhythm. Goosebumps break out over his flesh, and he thrust into her mouth. She hums, and the vibration travels through my entire body. I grip her braid and tug hard.