My Summer in London (My Summer #1)(35)

A flare of anger sparked inside of me at the thought of Archer relishing the same view as I was at this moment. I instantly pushed the wretched thoughts away. Nothing—no one—would deter me from having Serena.

With the use of my forefinger and thumb, I roughly pulled against her nipple, wanting to see how she responded to the rewards of pain before pleasure.

“And this? How do you feel about this?” I rasped out as my cock rebelled in my trousers, demanding to be freed.

“I love everything you do to me.” She bit her lips as she lifted her emerald gems towards me, enticing, challenging.

“Spread your legs,” I commanded.

She followed my directions, spreading them wide, showing me her red silk thong, which emitted a loud growl from me. Though my self-control was at the breaking point, I wasn’t ready to give in to my baser instincts. Not just yet.

With my eyes fully glued on the sight between her thighs, I took a shallow breath. “Push your thong aside. I want to see all of you, Serena.” My heart was madly thumping against my chest as I watched with bated breath while she reached between her legs and pushed her thong to the side, giving me a full view of her bare pu**y, the lips moistened from her arousal.

The need to secure my mouth to those heavenly lips was strong, but I opted to tease her even further by using my middle finger to touch her sweet button, instantly making her pant in earnest and moan my name. My finger circled her nub before it glided lower, past her vaginal entrance, and then I dragged it back up again towards her trigger button.

Unblinking, I took my finger and brought it to my mouth, tasting the essence of her womanhood. “You taste divine.”

Just before she could react to me, her bedside phone began to ring.

My brow arched, partially challenging her to take the call or continuing from where we were interrupted. If it were up to me, I would have chosen the latter. Since the woman before me had a mind of her own, though, she took a deep sigh before rolling over to her stomach, stretching and arching her body to reach for the damn device.

Before she took the call, she apologetically mouthed “sorry,” which did nothing for my wavering resistance and patience.

“Hello?” she said into the receiver before a serious frown crossed her face. “Aaron?” she whispered as if she couldn’t believe who was calling her.

She as so caught in the conversation she somehow neglected that she was with another man.

Who the bloody hell was Aaron? There was another man in the picture?

My jealousy flared to new height. I wanted to demand right then and there who the twit was, yet not having secured her as my own, I knew a display of possessiveness would make her turn away from me forever. Therefore, I did what any reasonable man would do—I had to figure out a way to win in this wretched situation. Of course, I had to deviate by deciding to take my clothes off. All of them. What else was a man to do?

One thing I had learned about women was to never under-appreciate the power of skin and the alluring sight of a man’s impeccable physique. I knew how Serena had reacted that night when she had found me almost naked with a measly towel to cover the important bits that I was proudly showing off now.

My cock was beyond engorged; it was swelling to its full, potent potential, twitching from the intensity of Serena’s wanton gaze.

“Can I call you back … um … later?” Serena rushed out, blushing profusely as she tried to concentrate on the conversation yet failing miserably, obviously distracted by my naked body.

Without another word, she simply hung up the call, her eyes, body, and all of her senses finally honed back to me, as it should be.

“I need you …” Her eyes lingered on my proud, rock hard length. “I need you inside of me.”

I wanted to ask if she was sure that it was me she wanted and not Aaron, but I bit my tongue and focused on what she had begged me to do. She wanted my dick. Her eyes showed me just how much. If I was cruel, I would let her wait a while, but I relented because her need echoed mine.

She was wanton, and I loved the fact that she was shameless about it. Even though I was pleased with her eagerness to carry on from where we had halted, I couldn’t help feeling that some of the magic we’d had earlier had been tarnished by that damning call, a call that had planted a seed of doubt in my already worried mind.

How many men was she entangled with?

I took a moment to ponder, questioning her with my eyes. With her beguiling beauty and easy charm, I would guess it could be quite a bit, which only made things dire for my part. I didn’t f*uking share my women, and I wasn’t about to start with Serena.

Meaning to temporarily banish the very idea of sharing her with others, I proudly stroked my cock before her, jerking it several times. Then I situated myself between her thighs, gripping the base of my cock and slapping her cunt a few times before unapologetically sliding into her and immediately stilling at the exquisite feel of her, temporarily shocking me to the core.

“Bloody f*uk, Serena. This is the tightest cunt I’ve ever felt,” I rasped out, almost out of my mind from pleasure.

My blood soared. My mental state was elevated beyond transcendental comprehension, and I so badly wanted to f*uk, take as much as her body was giving me, but I didn’t want to hurt her. She was too tight, unbearably so.

“Please tell me you’re okay.” I began to worry.

“I’m fine,” she assured with a nod and a smile. “I swear, Cruz, if you’re planning to stop, I’m going to murder you in your sleep.”