And the thought of this confusing, utterly infuriating woman took up every spare second of my time.
I ran my tongue across her lips and felt her part them for me. Her body stepped back into mine as she fisted my shirt. The anger that still lingered between us slowly began to dissipate, and in its place was stoked an electric fire that raged throughout our veins. I could feel her pressing her body into me as my hands sank to her hips. I could feel her pushing me backwards until my back hit the wall, our lips swelling underneath the pressure of each other’s. She ripped my shirt from my pants and tugged at it, trying to free my body as her fingertips begged to feel my skin.
She was shaking against me, and I could feel my knees growing weaker for her.
We ripped at one another’s clothes until they were in tatters on the floor of the hotel room. My cock stood at attention as she dropped to her knees. I could feel the head of my dick dripping for her as she wrapped her lips around it, her beautiful brown eyes fluttering up to mine as my hand wrapped within the long tresses of her hair. She looked radiant on her knees for me. Worshipping my cock as she bobbed her head. My legs were already trembling and my heart was thundering in my ears. I could feel the very blood in my body racing through my protruding veins.
But it was nothing compared to the feeling I got when our eyes connected. When her tits pressed into my legs because she wanted to take as much of me as she could. She worked for my pleasure alone as her knees dug into the floor, and the warmth of her mouth rendered me speechless.
She sucked my cock so well that I almost forgot about the butterflies flapping around in my stomach.
Chapter 12
Abby
He looked incredible as I swallowed down his cock. I was looking into the bright blue eyes of the most stubborn man I’d ever come to know. He was intelligent and knew it. Boasted whenever he could and risked everything for his work. He made shitty choices based on what was best for him and hated taking anyone else’s opinion on things. He was tightly wound and infuriatingly two-dimensional.
But I knew what he was capable of underneath all of that.
I knew the sensuality that rolled through his body. I knew the romance he possessed, but never unlocked. I knew the desires he craved and the things he dreamed about at night. I knew he was capable of opening up and being vulnerable if he would just let his walls down.
“Shit, Abby. You feel so good.”
His words shivered me as I pulled his cock from between my lips with a pop. No matter how straightforward he felt he needed to be, and no matter how tight the knot in his panties were, the lust and the animalistic nature of him was undeniable. I clawed my way there over Christmas and reaped the benefits by shaking in his arms all night. I knew there was a softer side to him he could show if he could just trust someone enough to not take advantage of it. Businessmen lived in a world where their cards always needed to be kept close to their chests.
But he didn’t have to be like that with me.
He didn’t have to act that way with me at all.
I felt Colin’s arms wrap around me before he tossed me onto the bed. My tits bounced everywhere as he descended right between my legs. His tongue wasted no time in finding my beautiful little nub as my arousal dripped onto his cheeks. I could feel the warmth of his fingertips as he kneaded into the meat of my thighs. I could feel my swollen clit growing fatter and fatter with each lick of his tongue. My gut was beginning to churn and my toes were beginning to curl. My hands were wrapped in his perfectly-combed black hair, my hips grinding against his face as he held me to the bed.
My body shook with the force of my first climax, but he didn’t even let me catch my breath before he sank his cock into my body.
My legs were thrown over his shoulders and he folded me in half. I could taste myself on his lips as he crashed his face into mine. My body was shaking against his as he dove in and out of my depths, coating himself in me as the bed rocked on its frame. My hands dug into his meaty forearms, leaving nail indentations behind as I breathlessly called out his name.
It was all the strength I could muster before he drove me over the edge a second time.
My mind was spinning and stars were bursting behind my eyes. I was quaking in his arms as my legs slid from his shoulders. I felt his lips curl around my pebbled nipple, his teeth raking against them as I arched into his body. The sparks that flew between the connections of our skin raised the fuzz all over my body. My heart hammered in my chest and tears of sweet release brewed behind my eyes. I craved his touch. I ached for his lips against my skin. I relished in how sweetly my name
