Page 16 of Pirate

“Yes.”

No hesitation, no coyness, no games.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Pirate had never moved so quickly in his life. He wasn’t even sure if he pushed down her jeans after unbuttoning them or if gravity did the act for him. He barely got his own jeans down in time. The sight of her reddening ass was the most perfect sight he’d ever seen. If he wasn’t so blinded by lust, he might have stopped to take a picture.

“Next time,” he muttered to himself.

Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye on the counter. A fucking bowl of condoms. Wow, rich people really did live differently. At least he didn’t have to run down the hall to a vending machine or some shit.

Grabbing a packet, he ripped the foil open with his teeth. He let go of her hair long enough to drop his hand down between her legs. God-fucking-damn. She was soaked.

Sophia moaned against his finger’s ministrations. He worked her clit as he fumbled to get the condom down his thick cock one handed. Thank fuck he didn’t drop the damn thing.

Moving his sheathed cock to her soaked entrance, Pirate moved his hand back to her hair. He tipped up her head, arching her back and pushing her covered chest against the counter. Leaning forward, he placed his mouth at her ear. His teeth scraped against her lobe as he spoke, “Sophia Groveton, you are the epitome of sexy and crazy. I have never felt more alive than when I’m arguing with you. From your sassy mouth to your spankable ass, you infuriate me. And yet,” he started to sink slowly inside her core, “I find myself drawn to you. You are without a doubt,” he paused, pulled back and then pressed forward again, “the most confounding creature on this planet.”

Sophia let out a long, torturous groan. “Why the fuck are you talking so much?”

He wasn’t entirely sure. He’d never been much of a talker during previous escapades. So when the truth hit him, it made him freeze. “Because I don’t want to hurt you.”

Sophia turned on the counter, twisting her back in a way that kept her hips where they were and turned her face up towards him. Reaching out, she dragged her fingernails down his stubbled jawline. Their lips pressed together in a fast, hard kiss. When she pulled away, she told him, “I am neither fragile nor breakable.” The corner of her mouth lifted in a mischievousgrin. “I can take a good plundering. Are you pirate enough to give it to me?”

The sound that rose up from his chest was a mixture of a groan and a growl. “Fuck yeah. Hold onto something, baby. This pirate’s going looking for some hidden treasure.”

The sun shiningin through the open windows roused her the next morning. Sophia groaned, her head pounding both from a lack of sleep as well as a mild hangover. Pirate was dead to the world, naked as the day he was born, next to her. At some point during the night, he must have removed his prosthetic because it was on the chair next to the bed. Their clothes were who-knew-where.

After he’d fucked her over the counter in the bathroom, Pirate had carried her into the bedroom. Where he bent her over the bed, spanked her ass so red it still chafed even now, and then fucked her again. There’d been at least two other times, but her sleep deprived brain mixed with alcohol made it difficult to remember.

Based on the condom wrappers she could see, it was at least four times.

Damn. If she wasn’t so tired, she’d be impressed by the man’s stamina. Some interesting things about their night before started to come back to her. Needing clarification, Sophia tapped on his shoulder.

He groaned but did not move.

She tapped him harder.

He growled but did not move.

She brought her hand down hard on his naked ass.

Pirate shot up so fast, she barely had time to let out a squeak of surprise before he had her pinned to the bed underneath him. Her legs automatically opened to make a cradle for his hips. The man truly was perfection, damn him. Hard muscle, sleek skin, defined abs…and tattoos. She’d never noticed just how many he had before this.

Up and down his arms were intricate designs, names, and dates. On his back was theVia Daemoniasymbol, only his demon’s skull had a pirate’s eyepatch over it. He had other designs on his legs, even one that made her think he’d had it before he’d lost his leg. Dog tags hung from his neck, which was another thing she’d never noticed him wearing before now. He must keep them beneath his shirts.

Or she just hadn’t bothered to look that closely at him before now.

After their very intimate night, she still took her fill of him.

He scowled down at her. Gathering her hands up, he took them between one of his large hands and pinned them by her wrists above her head. “I don’t believe I gave permission for you to spankmyass.”

She smiled up at him. “I couldn’t resist your booty.”

Though he tried to keep his annoyed composure, she saw the amusement in his eyes. “Are the pirate jokes ever going to end?”

“Are you changing your road name anytime soon?”

“No.”

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