Circling my nipple, Peirce lowers his gaze to them. Embarrassment starts to seep in as I wonder what he’s thinking. How my breasts are so much smaller than the large C I used to be.
“Fuckin love the pink tint to your tits, babe, these little pebbles tightening just for me,” he murmurs, bringing his gaze back to mine as he lowers his head. He breaks eye contact when his mouth latches onto one of my nipples.
I moan and my back involuntarily arches.
“Peirce,” his name slips past my lips before I can stop it.
“Mhmm, babe, love suckin’ on these babies.” His mouth switches to my other nipple to give it the same treatment. While he lavishes my nipple, Peirce reaches his hand down sliding inside my panties and straight to the only part of me that has ever only belonged to him.
“Fuck, woman, you’re wet for me already,” Peirce growls, lifting his head to grin at me. “You ready to tell me yet what’s going on with you?”
Biting my lip, I shake my head. I can’t let him know about my insecurities.
“Alright, guess I’ll just have to pull it out of you,” he states, his lip tipped up in the corner as he gives me a cocky grin.
Placing kisses to my stomach, Peirce removes my panties and lowers himself until he’s settled with my legs propped up on his shoulders.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamt about this pussy. How I’ve jacked off in the shower every fuckin’ day since you came back into my life, thinking about having your pussy in my mouth, surrounding my cock. You smell even better than I remember.”
Oh.
Shit.
Mother of all sins.
Hearing Peirce say such thoughts has me wanting all of that more than I already did.
“Peirce,” I moan as he swipes his tongue along my slit, flicking it against my clit.
“You ready to tell me yet?” he asks, blowing a breath against me.
Damnit, he’s not playing fair.
“I’ll make you come instantly if you tell me,” he says, sliding a finger slowly inside me. “Shit, you’re fuckin’ tight, babe.”
“Please, Peirce,” I murmur, arching further into him wanting more of what he’s giving me. Much more. I want to come like I have never come before.
“Tell me,” he orders, sliding another finger in the depths of my pussy. “What’s fuckin’ with your head?”
“You don’t want me.” I’m unable to stop the words from slipping past my lips.
Peirce stops moving his fingers inside me and sits back on his knees with my legs still balancing on his shoulders.
“What the hell do you mean I don’t want you?” he growls.
“Isn’t it obvious? You haven’t wanted to be around me any this week and hardly any last. You have all those women out there, who look a hell of a lot better than me.” Tears well in my eyes as I divert my gaze from him. “I’m flawed where they’re beautiful. Scarred where they’re not.”
“Angelina, eyes on me,” Peirce says and I do as he asks, his fingers sliding out of me as he reaches up to cup both sides of my face, his cock sitting at the entrance of my pussy. “I wasn’t here, babe, ‘cause if I were, I would have taken you when you weren’t ready. You weren’t healed enough for my cock to be inside you.”
Peirce pushes forward, his said cock entering me slowly. “I had to stay away to keep my hands off of you. I didn’t go to any of the fuckin’ strays. In fact, what I did to relieve stress was go to New Orleans and get in one of my buddy’s matches and fight out my tension of wanting you. Honestly it didn’t work since every morning, I woke up with the need to be inside you even more.”
He stops moving when he’s deep inside me.
“Swear to fuckin’ God, Angelina. You’re the only one who does this to me, makes my cock this hard. Makes me want to fuck you into next year. And I’ll tell you one other thing, baby, before I do just that. I never have let anyone sleep in my fuckin’ bed let alone curl up into them. That’s always been you.”
Pulling back, Peirce pushes forward once again, this time more firmly. “Now, are you getting what you do to me. What I see in you? We’re not the same kids we were but as I told our son, we’re connected and always will be. You’re mine and I’m not about to let anyone get in the way of that again, including your own fuckin’ head. You get me?”
“Yes, Peirce, I get you,” I pant.
“Good, now hang on I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” He grins.
A whimper escapes my lips as he draws nearly all the way out of me only to scream out in sheer pleasure as he slams back home. Peirce then begins to hammer into me thrusting ruthlessly into my pussy.
My orgasm slams into me causing me to tighten even further around Peirce’s cock.
“Fuck, ma raison d’être, I’m gonna come,” he growls, reaching between us and pinching my clit, prolonging my orgasm.
“Peirce,” I moan as he stills over me his cock twitching inside my pussy.
God knows nothing could be better than how he makes me feel.
Chapter Thirteen
Pitch Black
“I’m tired of waiting for their response. Shit, I’m fuckin’ done. I want to take them out for what they’ve done to Angelina and Carson both,” I growl as I stare at each one of my brothers as we sit in our seats for church. For the past three weeks we’d been trying to find a way to take on both the Callaghans and Angelina’s father. The tension has been difficult to deal with on top of not being able to take Lina in a way I’ve been wanting to. This morning I’d woken up with her
