Lethal Temptations (Tempted #5)(68)

Blackie’s tongue was a God-given gift.

Either that or he was a talented man because I was sure there wasn’t another man on this planet who could do the things he did.

“I think you can handle it,” I murmured, locking my legs around his waist, trapping him between them.

“Oh, you do, huh?”

“Yeah, I do,” I teased, lifting my hips and grinding my * against him.

“I’ve created a monster,” he muttered, lifting a hand and grazed my cheek with the back of it. “Thought you were beautiful before, but seeing you like this Lace…smiling, face flushed and your * grinding on my cock, you’re f*cking gorgeous.”

“I like the way you talk,” I admitted. “I didn’t think I would, but it turns me on.”

“I see that,” he grinned, as his fingers glided over me. “Your cunt gets nice and wet when I talk dirty to you.”

His teeth nipped at my lower lip, tugging on it as he slipped two fingers inside of me.

“Mmm, what else gets you wet?” He questioned, thrusting his fingers in and out of me, stretching me.

Best reunion ever.

I had already had his mouth, his fingers and his cock and when he added the third finger it reminded me of the girth of his thick cock.

My hand couldn’t close around it.

“Your mouth,” I hissed. “Your beard when it rubs against me,” I added.

“You like it when I f*ck you with my mouth, Angel?”

He withdrew his fingers, reached behind him and unlocked my legs, planting my feet on the mattress as he spread me out.

“I like it when you f*ck me. Period. End of story.”

“Girl’s feelin’ loose,” he asserted. “Keep talkin’,” he grunted as he fisted his cock.

“Quit messing around, Blackie and give me what you and I both want,” I ordered as I sat up and closed my hand over his. “Give me this.”

He moaned encouraging me.

“Always,” I whispered as I pried finger by finger off, replacing them with my own. “Say it. Promise me.”

“Always,” he vowed.

“Now f*ck me and f*ck me like you want to, without restraint. I promise you I can take it,” I coaxed as my hand clenched around his cock and my other massaged his balls.

“Lace…” he struggled.

“Fuck me, Blackie,” I said, bringing my hand to my lips before licking my fingers and bringing them back down to his balls.

“Do it!” I demanded.

He growled before he shoved my shoulders and my back fell against the mattress.

“Turn over,” he ground out. “Now,” he hissed.

Excitement erupted inside of me as I flipped onto my back. I didn’t know what to expect and didn’t even care. I trusted this man completely and was eager for all the things he’d show me, for every experience he’d give me.

“Put this under your stomach,” he instructed, grabbing a pillow and smacking my ass.

I snatched the pillow from his hands and did as I was told, propping the pillow under me and lifting my hips.

“Give me that ass,” he demanded as his big hands glided over my ass. “Goddamn,” he muttered. “Clutch the pillow and stick that ass in the air,” he instructed.

I hugged the pillow to my middle and spread my legs, my ass propped in the air and his hands found my hips, dragging me against him. He didn’t ease in like the times before instead, he slammed his cock into me. I felt full, ready to burst as I pushed my ass against his pelvis and he continued to crash his hips against me.

“That what you want, Lace?” He ground out, letting go of my hips and cupping my breasts in his big palms forcing me to arch my back.

“God, yes,” I croaked, glancing down at his tattooed hands that covered my pale flesh.

“Got the sweetest cunt. You want to come baby girl?” He questioned breathless before he pulled his cock out from me.

“Blackie,” I protested, but before I could say another word he flipped me onto my back.

“Want to see your pretty face,” he explained, maneuvering my legs so one rested on his shoulder and the other tucked against his side.

A fresh sheen of sweat glistened over his body, his hair still wet from the shower fell recklessly around his face and his eyes darkened as he pushed into me.

He was beautiful.

And he was mine.

No one would take that away from me.

No maker.

No one.

I knew he was close by the way his face contorted and his pace quickened. Yet, he was determined to get me off rotating my hips. Each swirl of my hips had my clit grinding against him, giving me the friction I needed to fall off the edge. I tried to sit up and reach for him, finally succeeding as my hands took purchase of his hips. I hung on for dear life as I felt my orgasm take over my body.

“So f*cking pretty when she comes,” he groaned. “Shit!” He pulled away but my hands grabbed his ass and forced him back. He’s pulled out every time since that first time, covering me in his release and while it’s hot as hell and I get off on it I wanted to know what it felt like for him to be inside me when he came.

It was safe, but he didn’t know that.

“I’m on the pill,” I said, breathlessly as I lifted my eyes to his. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I chanted, circling my hips as I tried to hang on to control. “Blackie!” I screamed as I dropped my head against his chest.