Accidental Knight: A Marriage Mistake Romance(92)

I’m elated. He reaches out with his free hand, toys with my nipples, quickening the burn that urges me on.

My hand finds sync with my mouth. That’s how I learn to suck and stroke, in unison, working until the feral sounds spilling out of him become one unbroken growl, rising in pitch.

His entire body goes rigid, harder than ever, about a second before it hits.

I know what’s coming and I engulf his hardness, sucking like hell, my hand pumping back at the base against his balls.

“Bella. Bella, goddamn, I’m –”

He’s gone.

His whole length swells and erupts in my mouth, pouring ropes into me.

Amazing.

Even more amazing is how I think I can take it and just swallow. But there’s no hope of that by the third pulse, when I’m overflowing, leaking him so I have to pull back. Stray traces of his heat spatter my cleavage, marking me so there’s no mistake.

His.

He falls back a second later, still growling, the pulse of his cock slowing in my hand as I keep stroking.

“Holy hell,” I whisper, wiping his seed with one finger, where it fades into my skin.

“No, shit.” He’s gasping.

Honestly, so am I. He’s spent and I’m about to explode.

The only bad thing about men is that they need a rest – even if it’s probably more like sixty seconds for Drake.

He moves aside and I join him on the bed, pushing myself into his arms. I lay there for a second, fully stunned, wondering if I’ll ever get control of my own body again.

Drake smiles. “Hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

I flush, right up to my ears. “Come on. Now you’re just brown-nosing–”

“The hell I am,” he growls, running his hand between my legs.

If he wanted to shut me up, mission accomplished. I can’t even form words when his thumb finds my clit, perfectly poised, just this teasing, sugary hellfire that makes me scream more.

“Seeing my come falling out of your mouth was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Bella. Makes me want that pussy now. Need it, woman. You’ve been real fuckin’ sweet to me, sweeter than I thought you could be, and I always pay my debts.”

His thumb strokes deeper while two fingers push through my folds. I can’t help but buck against his hand, slurring my whimper.

Great. Just great.

Apparently, this is what I get for pretending I have a shred of self-control when I’m naked and alone with Drake Larkin.

Smiling, he rolls me over and then flips around so he’s on top of me, pushing my legs apart. Holy hell, I guess he’s not kidding about the now part.

Still lost, I ask, “Are you for real?”

He kisses the top of my head. “As real as it gets.”

“Okay, cowboy. Let me know when you have a hard-on again.”

“Thirty seconds,” he snarls, pushing me flat on the bed, then moving over me, plumping my breasts with one hand and bringing a nipple to his mouth.

Paradise. That’s the only word when he sinks down, his tongue working the tip, promising what’s to come.

His mouth moves up, down, and then against my lips for at least thirty seconds. His tongue dances with mine, this slow burn preview of what he’ll do to me, slowly shifting in and out of my lips, taking a little more of my sanity with every stroke.

How did I get here again? Under this gorgeous beast of a man?

I’m on the bed, on my back, and throbbing all over again.

Drake ends a tongue-twisting kiss with a small peck on the tip of my nose.

“Don’t move an inch,” he says.

I grab at his arms as he climbs up the bed over me. “Where’re you going?”

“Rubber, darlin’. Kind of important to fuck. We’re not making babies just yet, but damn if we won’t get in plenty of practice.”

Something about the way he says it makes me suck my bottom lip.

Yes, it’s cliché. Yes, it’s ridiculous. Yes, every last bit of this is reckless and wild and totally a bad idea.

And I’m so horny as he rips open the dresser drawer and comes back with a little foil packet that I kinda don’t care.

Apparently, being this horny with no emergency fire extinguisher in sight can do that to a girl.

I watch as he rips open the packet with his teeth.

I sit up. “Can I help?”

He looks at me. “You want to?”

I hold out my hand and nod.

He gives me the packet, leaning back and propping himself up on his hands, giving me a magnificent view of his fullness again.

I peel it open and laugh. Picking up the little round rubbery ring, I glance at his hard-on and blink. “Um...this is really going to fit on that?”

“With your help.”

I lean down, trying to figure out how to work it.

His tip is only inches from my face. I study him, wondering if I should just glide it on, stroke down like I did while I had him in my mouth.

He growls, “C’mon, Bella, no such thing as perfect. Just slide the damn thing on.”

I laugh, positioning the center of the disk on his head, and then roll the edge down his length just like he asks.

“Holy crap. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it.”

“Get used to it. You’re gonna be doing it a lot the next six months.” He moves back between my legs, gently pushing me down again on my back. “But first, let’s see if I can make you a believer in this.”