Fighting Fate (Fighting #7)(50)

She tastes like bubblegum and mint, and that combined with her delicate scent make me damn near frenzied. I reach for the hem of her shirt and break the kiss long enough to pull it over her head. My eyes widen as I take in her neon yellow bra and her dark nipples that strain behind their lacey cage. “Never seen anything so sexy in my life.”

She arches her back in offering, and I pull the lace down to pop one breast free before repeating the process on the other. Licking down her chest, I press kisses to the valley between them while gently massaging her full mounds. I nip across to her nipple and suck the hardened tip into my mouth. Forget eating. I could survive off her body alone. She writhes against me, gripping and pulling at my hair.

“What is it?” I continue to suck at her. “You want my mouth?”

“Yes, Kill, please…”

I smile against her skin and kiss back up her neck to her lips. Her mouth is wet and hungry as she sucks my tongue and nips at my lips. I hook my hands under her ass and carry her to the bed. She kicks off her flip-flops. I waste no time and pull her sweats off her legs and—no panties.

I gape at her and she giggles. “Surprise!”

I pull my shirt off over my head with lightning speed, needing to feel the warmth of her naked flesh pressed against me. I fall between her legs, and she wraps me up completely so that her pulse thunders against my bare chest. I reach up to get into my bedside table drawer, but she rocks her hips up and rolls me to my back. “Not yet.”

“No?”

She shakes her head and straddles me, her bare body on display above me. I almost orgasm right there.

“No. There’s something I want to do first.” She kisses down my chest, and the silken strands of her hair brush along my ribs. The muscles in my abdomen flex as she runs her lips down, down, until she’s at the drawstring of my sweats. She pulls the tie with her teeth, and I groan and drop my head back. The visual of this woman between my legs, her eyes heavy with hunger, makes me feel like I’m gonna pass out.

She hooks her fingers inside and slides the cotton down. I lift my hips as the fabric feels like broken glass against my oversensitive skin. She backs off the bed to remove them completely, and I kick them free. Her eyes gaze down at me in appreciation, and I shift self-consciously, or maybe it’s eagerly, under the weight of her stare.

She settles back between my legs and grips me in her hand. “This is gorgeous, so strong, proud.” She licks her lips. “You’re huge.”

“Stop talking like that.” My voice shakes with barely concealed need. “You’ll give him a complex.”

She bends down so her ass is high in the air and her lips touch the tip.

“Holy—” I bite my lip against the overwhelming sensation.

She slides me between her lips, down the length of her tongue, and to the back of her throat. I revel in every glorious inch. Her head bobs up and down between my legs, and her hair tickles my thighs, adding to the eroticism as her mouth is wrapped tightly around me.

Her tongue licks, swirls, and presses as she pulls my orgasm to the surface. I grit my teeth and concentrate on anything and everything that’ll keep me from ending this too early, but it’s all in vain.

It’s her mouth, her love. Fuck…it’s Axelle, who’s moaning while she pleasures me, and no amount of algebra or quantum physics equations could take my focus from that.

I’m gonna blow.

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Axelle





This is the most turned on I’ve ever been without being touched.

His abdomen contracts viciously, the balls of muscle in his chest and belly popping up and straining. His hands grip my hair until I feel the sting of his restraint. All of these things just push me on.

I grip him tighter and move faster against him. He brings his knees up, his heels pressing deep into the bed and his thick thighs surround my head. He thrusts along with me, keeping a quickened pace, and just when I think he’s about to peak, he reaches down and scoops me under my arms.

“Whoa!”

He drags me up his body, and when I’m settled over his hips, he reaches for his bedside table. He pulls out a condom and rips it open before handing it to me.

“Put it on me. I need to be inside you.”

I roll the latex on with shaky hands.

“Hurry, baby.” His eyes are transfixed between my legs as I lower myself onto him.

A hissed breath slides from my lips at being filled by him so completely it’s overwhelming.

“Just…give me a sec.” His fingers dig into my hips, seating me so I don’t move.

I lean forward and press kisses to his jaw, his throat, his collarbone, and the tension slowly leaves his muscles. Once he’s released me enough to move, I do exactly that.

He cups my breasts, and I roll my hips against him. For once, I tower over him, having him under my control. He gives it to me, allowing me to set the pace. I drop my head back on a moan, and with a growl, he flips me to my back.

With his knees on the outside of my thighs he forces my legs together. I gasp at the new position as it wraps me completely around his erection, forcing an added friction between my thighs.

“Mmm… I love this.”

He’s breathing heavily and kisses me. “Yeah?”

“Don’t stop.”

His motions become frantic as he pounds deep into me, every inch of him gliding against my most sensitive skin in a sleek caress. My upper thighs clench his length, and he circles his hips, once, twice…