You've Got Fail(72)

I strained toward him again, but he stayed just out of reach, pounding into me and teasing me with the promise of his kiss.

“Willis, please.”

“That’s better.” He moved closer and nipped at my bottom lip. “Again.”

“Please.”

His kiss was just as intense as his cock inside me. I opened wide for him as he owned me with his tongue. He grunted into my mouth and released a wrist only to grab a handful of my hair. Craning my head back, he sucked on my neck, sending waves of euphoria swelling inside me. His teeth grazed me, then moved lower and teased my right nipple.

I arched toward him. “Please, Willis.”

He groaned against my breast, then took it in his mouth, his tongue doing wicked things to the stiff peak. I ground my hips on him, my clit buzzing with each delicious stroke of his body.

“I’m close.”

“Not yet.” He pulled out, ignored my frustrated cry, and flipped me onto all fours.

His chest pressed to my back, and he entered me in a smooth thrust. Wrapping one forearm around my chest, he yanked me back onto his cock. Our bodies slapped, and his teeth on my shoulder had me pushing back into him, relishing each rough plunge.

“You feel so good.” His warm breath at my neck was an aphrodisiac all to itself. And when he added his tongue, I shook.

I gripped his headboard and reached between my legs with my other hand.

He pulled it away. “That’s my job.” His fingers found the spot that made my mind blank and my body freeze.

“Come, Daphne. I want to feel it.” His words blazed a trail of heat to my core, and I was forced to obey his command.

My body shook, my pussy convulsing around his cock as I fell and fell, each moment sending me crashing deeper and deeper until I collapsed onto the mattress, my body hovering somewhere between Blisstopia and Fuckthatwasgoodland.

“Not yet.” He growled against me, his cock still hard and deep inside me. With a hand at my waist, he turned me over and covered me with his body. “I want to see you. Give me all of you.” He pulsed inside me, slow, sensual, shattering.

I stared into his eyes, the connection between us stronger than the Brooklyn Bridge.

“I love you, Daphne. All of you. Your truths, your lies, your secrets, your facts, your past, and your future. This”—he thrust for emphasis—“is the now. Is real. Whatever came before is nothing to me. Just us.” He laced our fingers together. “I love you.”

I didn’t realize I was tearing up until the wetness tickled my ears.

A furrow formed between his brows. “As a general rule, crying during sex is bad.”

I laughed and leaned up, kissing him with a full heart. “This one time it’s okay.”

“Stop doing it. I don’t know if I can come when you’re—”

I laughed harder.

“Oh my god. When you laugh it squeezes.” His grip tightened on my fingers. “Stop or I’ll come.”

He tried to pull back, but I dug my heels into his thighs and kept him close.

“Daphne.” He narrowed his eyes at me.

I cackled.

“Fuck.” He drew the word out and slammed deep inside me. His cock thickened and kicked.

I released my hold on his thighs, and he dropped his forehead to my shoulder. “You are evil.”

“Maybe a little.” I kissed his ear. “But I’m yours.”

“That’s all that matters.” He rolled off and pulled me onto his chest.

“I should clean up.” I sighed with contentment.

“Meh.” He wrapped his arms around my back and pressed me close.

After a few moments where we both came down from the sex high, I asked, “So, what now?”

“Ready for round two, eh?”

I dug my nails into his side. “No, I mean with us. I assume Jina outed you.” I propped my chin on his chest. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged beneath me. “Her exposé came out this morning. But it doesn’t matter. The more I think about it, the more I think it’s for the best.”

“Really?” My eyebrows shot up.

“Yeah. I think Scarlet Rocket was sort of a crutch, you know? My real name wasn’t out there, so if I failed, it wouldn’t hurt so bad.”

“I know what you mean. Like if you let someone see the real you, they’d know you didn’t measure up.”

He kissed my forehead. “Never think that about yourself.”

“I’ll try.”

“Fake it till you make it.”

“Is that what you did?”

“Pretty much.”

“Then you made it, and I blew it.” I pressed my cheek to his chest.

“I don’t think so. I can rebuild.”

“Have you been to your blog since Jina’s story?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I don’t think I’m ready. Linda’s been calling me all day.” A low hum came from the living room. “That’s probably her again.” He ran his hands up and down my back. “It can wait. Now that I have conned the love right out of you, I intend to keep you here and show you all of Rocket’s skills.”

“Did you refer to your dick in third person?”

“Maybe.” He settled into the bed. “Take a nap. Rocket’s going to show you the cosmos when you wake up.”