His lips held mine fast, our breaths mingling, hearts racing together until slowly, we came back down to Earth. And then it was just him and I, locked in each other’s arms as the moon glowed across our skin.
10
Cormac
I woke up to perfection. It was late in the morning, which was rare for me. But more importantly was who I had wrapped in my arms.
Utter perfection.
Birds chirped outside, the sun glowed thought the curtains, and I had an angel in my arms. I leaned in, nestling my face into her hair as she snuggled into me, fast asleep.
Okay, we’d moved fast. But fuck it, I’d meant everything I said. Forget that she was half my damn age. Forget that we’d moved so fucking quickly after only really knowing each other a handful of hours. I knew without hesitation that Nina was it. She was my everything, my love. And I wasn’t afraid to shout that to the whole damn world.
Still sleeping, Nina stirred against me, curling up in a ball as she pressed herself back into the warmth of my body spooning her from behind. She wriggled a little, and I groaned.
Fuck was I hard.
Again.
I had a feeling I’d never not be hard around her.
I could feel her soft, supple body arch against me in her sleep, and I growled quietly, my balls aching for more. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her into me and feeling that tight little ass nestle right against my thick cock.
Nina just kept on sleeping, and a wicked grin crept over my face.
My hand skimmed down her thigh, fingers teasing over her soft, warm skin before I gripped her leg. I lifted, opening her thighs for me as I pushed my swollen cock between them. Nine whimpered slightly in her sleep, her breathing still regular as I held her leg like that. I groaned quietly gliding my fat crown over her slick, sticky pink pussy lips, parting them ever so slightly
She moaned in her sleep.
My pulse hammered through me as I rolled my hips, letting my cock head slide back and forth between her pouty pussy lips—parting them and allowing her slickness to drip all over my swollen crown. I groaned, easing back and then angling my cock as I pushed back, and this time, the head slipped between her lips to rest at her opening.
My hand gripped her thigh. Her dripping wet pussy was more than ready for me.
With one push, I eased the head inside, taking my breath away at the tightness and making my jaw clench. I growled lowly, muscles clenching as I pushed deeper, giving my sleeping beauty even more of my cock. I got about four inches in, when suddenly, her eyes blinked open, pleasure rippling over her face.
There were no words, she just turned and kissed me hungrily—moaning as she pushed back with her hips. I growled into her, kissing her slowly as I eased my big cock into her tight little pussy, grunting as she squeezed me tight.
“Good morning,” she cooed breathlessly, panting and whimpering as I ground deep inside of her.
“Morning, princess,” I purred, letting my teeth rake her earlobe. I groaned as I began to ease slowly out, making her gasp.
I kissed her slowly and deep, holding her tight as I started to drive in and out, my muscled hips rolling and my heavy balls pressing into her clit on every thrust. My hands slid over her, cupping her breasts and teasing her pebbled-hard nipples. She gasped as I slid a hand down to her pussy as I fucked her slowly, my fingers rolling her clit and holding her slick, tight lips open while I started to drive in and out.
We moved faster, harder—rocking together and keeping our lips locked as the fire burned hotter and fiercer. Until suddenly, I felt her tighten around me.
“Cormac!” She gasped, arcing her back and pushing back. “I—”
“Let go, babygirl,” I purred. “Let go and come for daddy.”
She screamed, arching her back against me and pushing back as her little pussy gripped me so fucking tight.
And I let go.
I grunted, sucking her tongue between my lips as I thrust my cock to the hilt inside of her, my balls twitching. Hot cum pumped into her, filling her little pussy right up until it dripped out around us. My lips found her, I swallowed her moans, I legitimately wondered if life could even get any better.
“So, these are friends of yours?”
The SUV bumped over the mountain roads as I gunned the engine. Her words made me pause, my brows knitting. It was funny. Years of doing what I did hadn’t really left me with “friends.” I always had contacts, or associates, or go-betweens. But not friends.
And yet, when I thought about it, I realized how lame and lonely that was. I also realized how wrong I was.