My Darling Arrow (St. Mary's Rebels 1) - Page 102

A hot and wet and desperate kiss.

The kind of a kiss that you give to someone when you see them after a year.

A decade, a century. A lifetime maybe.

This isn’t the way you kiss someone when you’ve only been away for a week. You don’t bite at each other’s lips and you don’t fill their mouths with needy noises and craving tongues.

You don’t even pull at each other’s clothes like this.

Like we’re doing.

My hands pull at his suit jacket and his fingers fumble with the buttons of my cargo pants. I rip open his shirt, to try to get to his bare chest, his bare heat and he tugs at my chunky sweater, trying to get to my naked waist, my soft tits.

You definitely don’t get so horny and needy, and almost naked in under ten seconds, in the back alley of a bar, hidden only partially by the dumpsters.

But maybe you do all of that, if you’re me and him.

Arrow and Salem.

Arrow and his fuck doll; and Salem and the love of her life.

That’s what we are, aren’t we?

He fucks me and I love him.

But whatever we are, whoever we are to each other, in this moment, I know he needs me and I need him.

So when he breaks his kiss, I whine. I literally whine and pull at his hair, trying to bring him back.

But he doesn’t listen.

He steps away from me, breaking my hold, and I stand there, panting. I stand there in only my thong and my t-shirt as I take in the damage that I’ve done to him.

I take in his half-open, wrinkled shirt, his dress pants unbuttoned and his belt dangling open, the silver buckle shining like the sun.

He is shining like the sun, his mouth glistening and swollen with my kisses, his eyes blazing as he does the same to me, takes me in, maybe to check the damage he’s done to me.

“Arrow?” I whisper, my tits heaving, pouty nipples poking through the shirt.

He lifts his gaze, his expression hard and unfathomable before he grabs my waist and spins me around.

My hands stumble and slap on the wall while he grabs my hips and pulls me back. My spine arches on its own and my nails dig into the brick wall.

I turn around to catch him squatting down and I shiver.

But it’s not from the chill of the night.

It’s from the fact that as soon as Arrow goes down, his large hands grab the cheeks of my ass and pull.

He parts them.

He plucks the string of my thong from between my cheeks and snaps it aside. The elastic digs into the meat of my butt and I clench my eyes shut.

I rest my cheek on the brick wall as my body burns with arousal and embarrassment that he can see everything.

My pussy and my asshole.

But then, he goes in and smells it all.

He digs his nose in the crease of my ass and runs it up and down, taking in my musky, horny scent and groaning with it, and I forget about all the shame and embarrassment and push my hips back.

I push it into his mouth and he licks it.

He licks my pussy and I go up on tiptoes, parting my mouth so I can breathe.

But I don’t think I can. Breathe, I mean.

Because he doesn’t give me the time to do it.

Digging his fingers into my ass and keeping my cheeks apart and holes stretched, he goes in for another lick. This one covering the lips of my pussy, all the way back to my ass.

And he keeps doing that.

He keeps giving me licks all over, on both my holes and Jesus Christ, I’ve never felt hotter in my life.

Hotter and wetter and more turned on.

I even go so far as to pull at my t-shirt. I try to take it off because I’m sweating and shaking like crazy, all because he’s eating not only my peach-like pussy, he’s also tasting my ass.

But I think I overestimated my strength because I can only get my t-shirt up to my neck, to expose my tits to the night, before my hands give up.

Before I’m coming on his tongue and he’s drinking everything like he always does. He’s slurping and working his mouth on my pussy to get all of it, to not even miss a drop.

When he’s done, I feel him take his mouth off and stand up.

I’m too weak to look back at him but still, I open my eyes and watch him emerge from the ground. I watch his shiny jaw and mouth, making him look even more like the sun. I watch him while he takes his dick out of his pants, his big, beautiful dick, and snaps the condom on.

I watch while he watches me, all silent and breathing hard as he grabs my naked hips and positions his cock at my still-pulsing entrance.

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