Destin's Hold (The Alliance #5)(42)

“My breasts,” she moaned, staring at his reflection in the window. “They… They are so sensitive… Yes!”

Her loud cry echoed through the room when he slid both of his hands up under her top and grasped the pebbled tips between his forefinger and thumb. Her ass moved back against his stomach and her small, firm breasts filled his hands. The sudden touch of liquid on the bulbous tip of his cock told him that Sula’s body was already opening for him.

“That’s it, Sula, open more for me,” Destin murmured, pinching her swelling nipples between his fingers. “Open….”

A shudder ripped through him when he felt his cock start to slide into her. The head of it swelled, filling with blood as he became more aroused. He could feel the four nubs along the inside of her vagina when he slid past them. The moment the head of his cock sank all the way in, he could feel the muscles lining her vaginal channel begin to pulse.

“Sweet heaven,” Destin groaned when she tilted her hips so he could sink deeper.

“I… like… this,” Sula whispered, trying to keep her head up so she could watch the expressions flashing across his face reflected in the window. “I want more….”

“Oh, you’ll get it,” Destin promised. “Like this….”

His fingers tightened on the soft flesh of her hips and he thrust forward, burying his cock as far as he could go. Sula’s guttural moans echoed through the room and her head fell forward while her fingers curled against the glass.

“You are mine, Sula,” Destin muttered, pulling his cock back against the muscles trying to keep him inside before thrusting forward again with hard, deliberate strokes. “Say it. Say you are mine.”

Sula’s head slowly rose and she gazed back at him with an expression filled with desire. Instead of answering him, she closed her eyes and smiled. For a second, Destin thought she was going to ignore him before he caught her softly whispered words.

“I am yours, Destin, but you are mine as well,” she murmured before she opened her eyes to look directly into his. “How does this feel?”

“How does…. What the…?” Destin’s strained tone hissed through the air.

“It is a talent Usoleum females have for pleasing her male. I’ve been practicing it,” Sula whispered.

Destin was speechless. A shock ran through his cock, stimulating it until he felt like he was literally going to burst if he didn’t come. His body jerked when it happened again, this time a little stronger than before. His hips took on a life of their own, matching the rhythm of the pulses surging around him. The head of his cock was being squeezed and released. Every inch of it was being caressed, stroked, and squeezed. A shudder ran through him when he felt his body surging toward a powerful orgasm. Sula’s body responded, gripping him as if begging for more.

Bending forward, he slid his hand back under her shirt and desperately grabbed for her nipples. His body was draped across her back, his legs together while hers were spread open for him. With a grunt, he pinched her swollen nipples hard, increasing the pressure until she cried out, her body overstimulated and her orgasm coaxing his cock to the edge of his control. Destin’s grip tightened when he felt her vaginal channel close around him, pulsing and sending miniature shocks along his length.

Another loud cry filled the room, this time a masculine one when Destin’s control snapped and he came hard, filling her womb with his hot semen. His arms pulled her up against him and he straightened his legs until she was caught completely in his grasp. She was his captive, their bodies locked together.

“I am yours, Sula,” Destin muttered, locking his legs so that he didn’t sink down to the floor as the last of his semen drained from him into her.

“I know,” Sula whispered in a shaky, relaxed voice.

Destin chuckled and slowly lowered her feet back to the floor. It would be a few minutes before he could safely pull free. Until then, he rubbed his hands up and down her side and stared out over the city.

“You’ve been holding back on me. I think we’ll need to do a little more exploring to discover what else you can do.” he murmured.

Sula groaned when she felt his cock begin to slide from her over-sensitive channel. Destin had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from echoing her when she tightened briefly when the flange around the head of his cock caught before sliding free. His hand ran down over the curve of her ass and without thinking, he slapped it lightly.

“Oh!” Sula reacted with surprise, straightening and glancing over her shoulder with wide eyes. “Why did you do that?”

Destin reached out and rubbed where he had gently slapped her. “For almost making me come first, and because I wanted to,” he replied with a grin before he remembered he was supposed to meet with Tim and the others. “I have to go. Your belongings should be delivered anytime. Stay here, if you don’t mind, until I return.”

Sula nodded, pulling up her leggings and smoothing her cover over her hips before she turned to face him. He cleared his expression so she couldn’t see that he was concerned for her safety. Tim’s and Mason’s barely veiled hostility towards her worried him. He pulled his jeans up and tucked his shirt into them. Thank goodness he hadn’t remembered to put his belt on this morning, or he might have ended up coming in his shorts.

“I will. It will give me a chance to explore and complete some work that I haven’t finished.” Sula promised, glancing around the sparsely decorated living room. Destin leaned forward, brushing a lingering kiss on her lips. Once again, he wished he could just say to hell with all the responsibility he’d taken on. He’d much rather spend the rest of the day exploring Sula – exploring with Sula, he corrected in his horny mind with a sense of exasperation.