Accidental Knight: A Marriage Mistake Romance(77)

“Darlin’, fuck,” I snarl, untangling my buckle, then shoving down my jeans. I wriggle out of them and go for my boxers, grabbing her hand before I do and pushing it to the waistband. “You do the honors. Take a good look at what I’m gonna use to show you how fuckin’ hot your little secret makes any man with a good set of balls.”

I love those eyes as I help her pull down, exposing my cock. I love how her lips open. And yeah, I damn sure love how she gasps, this airy little whimper that’s way too close to how I know she’ll sound before I bring her off on every inch.

“Lay the hell back. Here we go,” I whisper, shoving my boxers off, pressing her deep into the hay.

I barely remember to fumble back in my pants for my wallet, praying there’s a backup condom in there. There is, thank fuck.

Then she’s swarming me, her hands in my hair, pulling my face against hers for another dick-jolting kiss as I struggle with the packet.

Goddamn. Looks like I’m not the only one here getting riled, so anxious to be in her it’s hard to remember how to even move.

My hands are tingling as I break another frantic kiss. Those sweet tits of hers rise and fall on her chest, heaving with heavy, desperate breaths, almost panting for the inevitable.

I hurry the fuck up. Rolling the latex down my shaft, I poise it between her legs, giving her one last longing look. My seething cock rubs up and down against her folds, half a mind to fuck her without waiting for the rest of me.

No, damn it. Need to take this slow. Need to give her time.

That’s what I try to tell myself, anyway, as I lace my fingers through hers and push. Bella’s eyes flutter shut, and there’s the softest moan, her face twisting with this mad cocktail of stinging pleasure.

Then I’m in so deep. Her pussy struggles to take it all, but I glide in one inch at a time, probing into depths so tight I’m half afraid I’ll hurt her.

“Bella?” I whisper, waiting till she gives me those eyes again.

Her hand lifts up to my cheek, feeling me, and she nods.

“Go, Drake. I want it. Please.”

Please.

That last little word gets me, breaks whatever leash still holds me back. No damn more.

Then my fingers pinch tight in hers and I go down, kissing at her throat, hips working my dick into her deeper, faster.

A minute later, we’re into this tempo, this full body pulse that says there’s no doubt what sex with Bella Reed will be every fucking time.

Amazing. Earth-shattering. So goddamn sweet it just crushes your soul with a candy mallet, and leaves you crawling back for more over broken shards of sugar.

I don’t even know what I’m feeling as I drive into her, baring my teeth, picking up my pace as her soft little cunt slowly accommodates harder, deeper thrusts.

“Drake!” she whimpers, this waver in her voice that says she won’t last long.

I smile, loving how the pleasure consumes her. Then I help wrap her little hands fully around my neck, pull up a bit, and nip at her earlobe. “Hang on to me, darlin’. Hang on tight. It’s about to get real.”

I hit her with real, deep, pussy diving strokes. I go in to the hilt for the first time and nearly lose my load, but grind down on her clit instead, giving it all the hell up to her and this scream that starts pouring out of her.

Holy fuck, Bella.

Her pussy sleeves my cock so hard I have to fight to keep going, but somehow I do, mustering my focus to fuck her right through her first O.

Keep going, too. Right past the moans and the nails digging at my back, past the lush pink lips I could smother for hours, past her body arching into mine like we’re two different polarities.

Two currents gone hot and electric and real.

Two hearts torn to shit, and fucked whole again real sweet, if only for a few perfect seconds.

I thought the first time she came on my mouth was all fireworks, but this...this is a whole damn jubilee.

Just hot, pink pleasure and savage, slick thrusts. I lose myself in her as much as she does me, and I don’t even realize she’s about to come again because my own fire washes up my spine so fast it closes my throat.

“Shit, darlin’, gonna blow. Come on. Come the hell with me, Bella.” I’m urging her on with desperate, hard strokes. I reach down, frigging her clit, thrusting like mad, holding it in till she gives me this shrill little call.

“Drake!”

One word. One name. One last call before pure liquid passion hits like a fucking freight train.

Then I’m punched down to the hilt, every muscle in my body breathing fire, dick swelling as her pussy tightens.

Then I’m coming, so hard I damn near choke, every bit of breath feeding this raw release that’s more like the sky splitting open.

Then my cock swells, spilling every bit of me in her sucking, convulsing depths. My ears burn with her whimpers and my whole vision blurs and goes white, crushing her sweet lips at the last second before I’m gone, taking one more hit off this drug called Bella Reed.

I still can’t figure out what hit me till later, when we’re flopped down together, her half on top of me with this sly little smile on her face.

Maybe it’s sorta proud, too. I know I sure as hell am because I’m the man who put it there.

“Holy smokes. I wish you’d told me it was the best thing ever,” she says, running her fingers over my muscles.