Wicked (Diamondback MC 7)

“Bennett!” His teeth graze my clit, tongue delving deep inside, hands holding my ass in place so I can’t move. It’s like the years apart never happened, both of us so in tune with one another it’s almost unbelievable. My head tips back, eyes close, body vibrating and humming with so much desire, I’m coming so hard my whole world is tilted on its axis.

“You have to stop. I can’t take any more.” Bennett’s mouth leaves my center, but his fingers are now inside me, two of them in fact, moving slow and easy.

“Nope, I know you have more in you, Shila. Give me one more, then I’ll give you my cock.” Bennett’s other hand is fisting himself.

“You’re trying to kill me.” I move my hand away from my breast, widen my legs, and grip Bennett where is working himself. Instead of leaving it on top, he understands what I’m trying to do and places my hand around his cock with his covering mine, both of us working him together.

“Now who’s trying to kill who?” A look of pleasure crosses his face when I tighten my hold while keeping pace with the up-and-down motion. Of course, that’s when he doesn’t fight fair either.

“I think it might be an equal opportunity moment right now.” My pussy tightens its hold on his fingers that were once slow and steady but are now faster, harder, and will have me doing the unthinkable and coming again.

“Fuck yeah. Give me that, butterfly. Fuck my fingers.” Between Bennett’s wicked mouth, fingers, and what he’s saying, his wish is my command.

15

SHADOW

“That’s my butterfly,” I choke out as she comes with my fingers fucking her, wetness coating my hands, my wrist. Fuck, that’s sexy. Shila’s eyes flutter open. She’s so soft and sweet, all that smooth skin. Not one imperfection mars her milky skin. Tits that fit the palm of my hands perfectly, red-tipped nipples, an hourglass figure that’s gotten curvier as the years have gone by. I pull my fingers out of her cunt. My lips wrap around them, sucking her juices off, not getting enough of how she feels or tastes.

“Bennett,” Shila purrs as she sits up, legs spreading out on top of my thighs, lips going to my chest. No words have been spoken, but she knows enough to know the meaning of what’s permanently tattooed on my heart. Her lips travel to my mouth now that I’m done tasting her, and that’s when she kisses me, not giving a fuck that I just ate her. This woman has always been my match in every way imaginable.

“Fuckin’ love you, Shila,” I say against her lips, moving her so she’s sitting in my lap, my cock right at her entrance, ready to slide home.

“I love you. I’ve loved you when I was a girl, I loved you through the years, and I love you still.” Shila takes matters into her own hands. Her hips slide down even when I’m attempting to hold her still.

“Butterfly, love that I’m inside you with nothing between us, and I’m not above tyin’ you to me any way possible. Shit is still new between us, though, and it’s gotta be your choice. You want me in a condom, I’ll do it, but you gotta tell me now.” Her cunt is barely on my cock. I’m holding her up so she’s only on the tip. That doesn’t mean she’s not using any and all muscles to clamp down, making me want to slam her down on my length.

“Stop stalling. You can always pull out at the last minute.” Christ, that’s the shit we did once when we were kids, and I’m not going to fucking destroy her future if she’s not ready.

“Not fuckin’ likely. If you’re not ready for me to come inside you, painting you with my cum, that’s fine, but I’ve got condoms. You’ve worked your ass off to get to where you are. I won’t have a hand in destroyin’ it, butterfly.” It’s hard as hell not to fuck her like I want to. This I’ll hold firm on, though.

“Would a child really destroy anyone’s future, though?” See, that right there, pure fucking gold. She knows what happened to me. I never let my past define my future, though.

“The choice is yours, Shila. You change your mind, let me know, and I’ll glove up.” I slide her down my cock, arms banded around her back, bringing her closer to my body.

“I don’t want anything between us, not ever again.” I can read between the lines, her words meaning more than just this moment right now.

“Never again, butterfly. It’s you and me, always.” My mouth touches hers, my hands on her hips, holding on to her as I thrust up and she bears down, both of us consumed by the lust surrounding us.