My hands drop to her waist and I tear her shirt over her head, my fingers brushing over her soft skin. She’s so fucking perfect, every inch, every strand of hair, every smart-ass comment that comes flying out of her mouth.
I fucking love it.
I throw her shirt aside, having absolutely no idea where it lands, and find her standing before me in a black lace bra and can’t help but take a moment to appreciate the view. This bra won’t exist in the next three seconds so I might as well enjoy it while I can. I don’t know what it is about black lace on a woman, but fuck, it could bring me to my knees.
I reach around her and slowly strip her bra off, dragging the soft material down her arms to find her tits so plump and full, her nipples pebbled and begging for attention.
I’m not one to disappoint.
Roni silently watches every move I make as I brush my fingers over her skin and cup her perfect tits in my hand. I take her waist and lift her into my arms, and she instantly wraps her legs around me, bringing her tits right to my face.
I suck her nipple into my mouth and watch as her head tilts back in ecstasy. Her hands grip my shoulders before thinking better of it and peeling my shirt up between our bodies.
The movement has the material scraping against the bandages of my chest and waist and while the pain has me wanting to violently throw up, I focus all my attention on the one good thing in my life.
Bringing my lips back to hers, I take the two steps to the edge of the bed and lay her down before coming down on top of her. She sucks in a gasp and stops me halfway, staring at the bandages taking over a good portion of my chest and waist. “I hate that you got hurt like this,” she says, tears filling her eyes as she takes it all in.
“I’m fine, baby. It’s just a scratch.”
She shakes her head as her eyes come back to mine, amusement shining brightly. “It’s a bullet hole. You’re an asshole for shrugging it off like that; it’s definitely not just a scratch.”
I grin and come down on top of her, bracing myself on my elbow to not crush her perfect little body. “Shut up and let me fuck you until you can’t remember why the fuck you walked away to start with.”
A brilliant smile stretches over her face and she lifts her head off the pillow, meeting her lips with mine. “What are you waiting for?”
Well, fuck me. Who am I to say no to an offer that?
My hands drop to the front of her pants and I drag the tight denim down her legs before stepping back off the end of the bed and watching her eyes flame with need as I pop the button of my jeans.
My pants fall to the ground and my cock springs free. I wrap my fingers around it, slowly working up and down as I watch my girl squirming on my bed. She clenches her thighs, desperately trying to relieve the ache pulsing between them, though I’m more than happy to help her out there.
As I lean down on the bed, her legs fall open and my tongue runs over my lips. Fuck, I want to taste her so bad but the thought of sinking my cock deep inside her sweet pussy and claiming her as my own is far too tempting.
Hell, we have all fucking night. I can do both, but first, I’m going to fuck her and show her exactly where she belongs.
Roni reaches up and hooks her arms around my neck, pulling me down to her, and as I go, I line myself up with her tight little pussy and sink deep inside of her.
Her soft, needy groan in my ear is enough to nearly bring me to the edge but I hold onto it, not daring to disappoint her with coming so soon. No, my girl deserves the fucking best and that’s exactly what I’m going to give her.
“Fuck, Nic,” she moans as I start moving, drawing back before pushing deeper and deeper, hitting all those spots that I know drive her wild. She tilts her head back on the mattress and I can’t resist claiming her neck. My lips roam over her soft, sensitive skin and she clenches her eyes, her fingers digging in just the way she likes it. “Holy shit. Yes.”
I reach down between us and as my cock slides in and out, torturing her with slow movements, I find her clit and apply just a bit of pressure before rubbing lazy circles.
I start picking up the pace with each thrust, hitting her just a little harder, a little faster. I watch as she bites down on her lip, her panting increasing as her moans continue slipping from between her lips.