Black Promise (Obsidian 3)

But now that they knew she was sleeping with me, all that hard work meant nothing to them. They hated her, regardless.

I rested my arm over the back of the couch and explored her hair with my fingertips, feeling the soft strands move against my callused skin. Instead of watching the TV, I watched her. She had the most elegant jaw, hard with strength but soft like a goddess. Her lips were always magnetic, attracting my lips like a bee to a flower. She was so beautiful, it hurt me sometimes.

She took her eyes away from her work and glanced at me. She wore a light smile on her lips, playful and serious at the same time. “Hmm?”

“Hmm, what?”

“Why are you staring at me?”

“Because you’re beautiful.” I leaned toward her and placed a kiss on her neck, feeling the warm skin against my lips.

She immediately tensed underneath me, her neck craning to the side to give me more room. Her body reactions told me everything I needed to know. I knew when she wanted me. And I knew when she really wanted me.

I pulled her paperwork off her lap and pushed it onto the floor, hearing the papers scatter once they hit the hardwood. My body guided hers down to the couch, making her back hit the cushions and her head the armrest.

She was in one of my oversized t-shirts, so getting her panties off was easy. I yanked my sweats and boxers over my ass and to my thighs so my cock could come free. He was already hard and anxious for the woman who stole his obsession.

Her legs moved around my waist until her ankles hooked together at my lower back. With enthusiasm, she wrapped her arms around my neck and dug her fingers into my hair. She breathed against my mouth before she kissed me, her lips trembling. “I want you inside me…” She pulled me closer to her with her legs, suddenly impatient for my cock.

I loved her fire, her desperation. She’d been hot for me since that night we formally met at the charity event. She wanted to invite me inside and give me her virginity then and there, but somehow managed to stop herself. Now she was ready to go at a moment’s notice, just as eager for me as I was for her.

Even if the sex wasn’t rough like I preferred, it still satisfied me. I loved the moment right before I entered her, seeing arousal in her eyes. She wanted my cock, and she was practically begging for it. The fact that I was the only man ever to have been inside her just made it better. She loved sex because of me—and only me.

I rubbed my cock against her folds, immediately becoming drenched in her wetness. I automatically groaned at the touch, the smell of sex entering my nose at the same time. My cock was hard and throbbing, excited like I’d never fucked her before. “You want my cock, sweetheart?”

She kissed me and inserted her tongue into my mouth, her passion amplified. “I want you.” She gripped my ass and pulled me into her, silently begging for my cock. “Make love to me.”

When my woman asked for it, I didn’t make her wait. I grabbed my base and pressed my tip inside her, greeted by her wetness. I gently pushed inside her, taking her slowly unlike earlier in the day. I slid through her slickness and her tightness, finally inserting my length completely inside her. “Fuck, Rome.” I dug one hand into her hair, getting a tight grip on her so she wouldn’t slip away. She was my woman, and I wanted to adore her the way she deserved. Anytime I was inside her, I was her at her mercy. I’d do anything she asked—then and there. Her pussy was more addictive than cocaine.

She grabbed my shirt and yanked it over my head so she could feel my chest with her bare hands. She dragged her nails over my skin slightly, nearly scratching me. She rocked her hips with me, taking my cock just as I was giving it to her. Her sexy moans accompanied the noises our bodies made as we moved together. Her hair was spread out over the armrest, scattered and messy. Her eyes shone with their usual fire, her mouth slightly parted against mine.

Fuck, I already wanted to come.

She touched me everywhere, worshiping me like I was the only man she adored. Her pussy seemed to get tighter the longer we moved together. My cock had marked her body as its own, and he understood every little feature. Her shirt was still on so her tits were covered, but something about being clothed turned me on. We couldn’t wait long enough to get naked. We just wanted to feel each other as fast as possible.