A low growl rumbles from my chest as she places the cut on the desk beside us. “Sometimes delayed gratification is worth the wait. You’re worth the wait, princess.”
Her eyes meet mine, sparkling with unabashed lust. “I love you, Talon.”
“I fucking love you, too, woman.” I slam my lips to hers. That spark, that intense fire ignites inside of me the second my lips touch hers. Our tongues collide as my hands slide down her curvy body. Kissing her always makes me feel like I’m the king of the fucking world.
I never in my life thought me—the man labeled a wraith, the harbinger of death—could ever be in a place where I would be settling down with one woman and with a fucking baby on the way.
Let alone be reveling in it.
But, I wouldn’t want my life to be on any other path than it is right now.
As I kiss my Old Lady like I fucking mean it, my cock growing harder every second, I can’t help but think of how fucking lucky an asshole like me is. My hands run to the straps of her dress, sliding them over her shoulders, edging them down her arms. The material gathers at her breasts, so I detach my lips from hers, my hands grabbing the satin strands and sliding them down slowly. The material flows over her round stomach as I marvel in the little stretch marks marring her skin. As I squat at her feet, I press my lips to each stretch mark, tenderly, my hands splaying out either side of her stomach. Her hands running through my hair as she bites down on her bottom lip seductively.
“You’re so fucking sexy right now,” I rasp.
I loop my fingers into her panties, guiding them down her tanned legs. She steps out of them as I throw them across the room. “God, six months has felt like a lifetime to be away from you.”
She grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling me back up to meet her. “Then stop talking, Wraith,” her voice is breathy, practically panting.
Reaching around her back, unclasping her bra, it falls to the floor as I back her toward the bed. She sits, her hands coming out unbuckling my belt as I pull off my shirt, throwing it any-fucking-where. I just need to get my clothing off.
She yanks my jeans down over my ass, my cock springing to life right before her eyes. She widens them in delight as she licks her lips. “Oh fuck, I’ve missed him.”
“He’s missed you, too.”
Her hand snakes out wrapping around my shaft, and I jerk in shock at her touch. That’s not what this is supposed to be about. But fuck, does it feel good. “This is about you right now, Prinie, so hands-off, and I’ll—”
Suddenly, she leans forward, her supple lips drawing my cock deep into her mouth. I let out a deep, guttural groan as I try to control myself. “Oh, fuuuck!”
I was not expecting that.
As my hand moves into her hair, I clench my eyes shut, panting for breath as she bobs her head up and down, her tongue circling the tip of my head. “Jesus Christ, Kharlie,” I pant, my breaths not coming in fast enough for me to catch them.
Tingles shoot all the way up my spine as I try to calm myself the fuck down, but she feels too damn good. I can’t stop myself even if I wanted to.
It’s been six whole months.
A man will only last so long when a woman is hovering on his hard-as-fuck cock.
My balls pull up, the pins and needles start in the base of my spine leading out to the tip of my cock. It throbs so fucking gloriously that I don’t know if she can handle what’s about to happen. The pressure escalates so fucking intensely that all the breath is knocked from my lungs as my eyes clench shut. Sweat trickles down my brow as my body tenses, thrusting forward, deeper into her mouth as I explode like I’ve never have before.
Six months’ worth of sexual frustration erupts out of me in record time. With so much fury, it’s like I’m being drained as I moan in complete and utter satisfaction.
Once my muscles unclench and turn to jelly, I somehow open my eyes.
Prinie pops me out of her mouth with the biggest of fucking grins on her face as she wipes the side of her lips like it was all in a day’s work.
I fall onto the edge of the bed next to her, letting out a small laugh as she slides in beside me.
“Jesus Christ, woman, this was meant to be about you!”
Prinie runs her hand along my chest. “And now it will be… because you’ll last longer than the three-point five seconds you would have if I didn’t just do that.”
I turn to face her. “Ahh, I see, so there’s purely selfish reasons for getting me off, then?”
“Not entirely selfish. I do love bringing you to your knees.”
Smirking, I roll her on her side facing away from me. She moves without question. “You wanna talk about knees? Bring your top one up, baby.”
I move in behind her, my cock pressing into her ass, my hand sliding over her round stomach between her legs. She begins to breathe faster as she lifts her knee giving me easier access. My finger presses on her clit, and instantly her back arches in response.
Chills was right.
Prinie is more sensitive.
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