Ramsey Security (Ramsey Security #1-3)(50)

As if my answer wasn't certain, Troy sighs in relief. He slides the head of his cock along my drenched slit until I'm wiggling my ass in anticipation. With one hard thrust, he fills me completely.

A woman in heat, I can't think past the ache between my legs. Troy leans forward and nuzzles my back while his hips move rhythmically. Sliding his thick cock from my * until only the head remains, he thrusts back into me unrelentingly. I'm unable to keep pace with his hips. My only choice is to hold on tightly and enjoy the hard f*ck.

Troy's hands slip up my nightgown and find my bare breasts. I cry out when his fingers wrap around my nipples and pinch them. Troy won't relent. He f*cks me harder, tugging at my nipples and whispering in my ear.

"Does your * want me to stop?" he asks, rolling my nipples harder until I moan my answer. "Is your * wet for me?"

"Yes," I whimper.

"The goddess needs to come," he whispers, moving one hand from my tit to my *.

The moment his fingers graze my tender clit, I make a noise somewhere between a moan and a sob. My body is wildly awake now but only for Troy. Without him, the darkness might destroy me. With him, I am a woman reborn.





36


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Troy

Craving Only One Woman

Long after I leave her body and we relax in bed, Darla's cheeks remain flushed. I run my fingers over the warm, pink flesh. She's still wearing her nightgown, but I enjoyed exploring her soft skin earlier. I find myself smiling at the memory.

"How many women have you been with?" Darla asks softly.

I feel like she's shoved my balls into my gut. My fear of answering prevents me from doing anything more than smiling awkwardly. Darla smiles too, enjoying my discomfort.

"That many?"

"I hope you don't want a number because I don't know."

"I've been with two, not counting Locke. I don't count him."

"You shouldn't. Tell me about those two guys."

"Tell me about your last conquest."

"She's a goddess who makes me crazy. I think you'd like her."

Darla narrows her eyes. "Was she special to you? Is that why you won't tell me about the last one?"

"Far from it. I don't even remember her name."

"Gross."

Frowning, I sit up in bed and rest against the headboard. "I was bored, and she was willing. I know that sounds bad, but I'm a guy."

"Gross."

Seeing me from her point of view, I understand Darla's judgment. "Yeah, and she thought we were going to start dating. I felt like a f*cking heel, knowing I didn't want to see her again. She had these big trusting eyes too. I was feeling shitty, so I lied and said if I ever came back to town that I'd hook up with her again." Pausing, I try to remember the girl's name. Ashley. Or maybe Ashland. Ashlyn? "Anyway, I can never go back to Fort Lauderdale."

"My sexual experiences were never all that meaningful, but I knew their names."

"Well, to be fair, I knew her name at the time."

"Gross."

"Would apologizing help?"

"To her?"

Grinning, I sigh again. "I didn't believe in love, but I never had trouble believing in lust."

"I believe in lust too. I've had a bad case of it since you walked into the apartment the first day."

Darla's gaze washes over my chest and stomach. My mind isn't on lust, though.

"My dad loved my mom," I say quietly, "I have no doubt about that, but he replaced her so easily. I never trusted the idea of love after that."

"Parents are awful, aren't they?" she teases, rolling onto her back and pulling the covers over her face. "I should have asked about your health before we had sex. Should I worry about my vagina falling out now?"

Darla's laughter both annoys and invigorates me. I don't want her thinking of me as a sex-crazed pig without control over his junk. Yet a half hour earlier, she was terrified in the bathroom. The fact that she even came out to talk to me was a huge step. Now she's laughing so hard she snorts.

I pull back the blankets and frown at her. "I wouldn't have slept with you if I wasn't clean."

"Clean," she mumbles, laughing again.

Crawling back under the blankets, I wrap my arms around her. "You get silly after sex."

"Not usually. It's probably the drugs."

"Or the incredible f*cking."

Darla smiles at me. "You've made me come with your fingers, mouth, and dick. I feel you've thoroughly proved your worth as a lover. I shall keep you."

Now I laugh. "You sound drunk."

"I think I came too hard the last time. Might have popped a few brain cells."

Still laughing, I crawl over her. The nightgown rides up as her bare legs slide against mine. The feel of her skin makes me painfully hard.

"You want me dumber, huh?" Darla says, her fingers teasing the hairs on my chest. "What if I need to do math in the future?"

"Get a calculator," I whisper, kissing her.

Her legs wrapping around me, Darla laughs against my lips. I wait for her to freeze or ask me to back off. In this dimly lit room, she remains relaxed in a way that makes me wonder if this is the real Darla. If so, I could really get used to her looking at me with such need.