Page 44 of Pirate

Her nostrils flared as she let out a huff of breath. “Who says your marks will still be on me come summertime?”

Pirate’s jaw ticked in frustration. He hadn’t meant to ask that question in the way it came out. They’d set no timetable for sleeping together. Neither one knew how long this was going to last between them. Mentioning the summer gave her the indication thathethought they would still be fucking in the summer, months after their divorce was finalized.

He recalled seeing her in her bikini at one of the last summer parties the club had had the year prior. He’d even made a comment to her in jest that it was teeny-weeny because it had been ayellowpolka dotted bikini.

The image of snagging her hips and untying the strings of that bikini. Of fucking her after divesting her of her skimpy bathing suit… Fuck. Hewantedto see his marks on her while shewalked around the swimming hole. The pure possessiveness of the fantasy was overwhelming. The knowledge that, even when she wasn’t wearing his cut, others would know she belonged to him.

Pirate had to shake the thought from his head. Sophia didnotbelong to him. Sophia wasn’this. Sure, maybe in a legal way, but not in reality. It wasn’t… Heshouldn’tbe thinking those types of thoughts.

But what did it mean that he was? What did it mean that he continuously had to remind himself that Sophia wasn’t his?

Her expression was pure mischief. Like she wasenjoyingmaking him feel as conflicted as he no doubt looked.

Pirate scowled at her. She didnotmake him squirm—he was the one who madeherwrithe. In pleasure. In pain. In want and desire. In ecstasy.

He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. Once he removed a condom packet, he placed it on the shelf next to her head. He returned his wallet to his back pocket and then reached for the belt of his khakis.

Her eyes dropped to his waistband. “What are you doing?”

“You wanted me out of my pants,” he answered. Dropping the belt, he untucked his shirt and pulled it over his head. He let it fall to the floor on top of his belt and flipped his dog tags around so they hung down his back instead of his chest. Then he unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. “Don’t worry,” he said as his pants and boxer briefs dropped to around his ankles, exposing the top of his prosthetic and the cap. “I’m getting you out of yours too.”

Heat coursed through her.Sophia’s eyes roamed all over him. Since their drunken night in the hotel in San Francisco, she hadn’t seen him naked. Not completely. Occasionally he removed his shirt, but mostly he unzipped, fucked her, and then zipped back up. Now, she was sober and he was standing gloriously naked in front of her.

She took in her fill, ignoring his pants still around his ankles.

Pirate was gorgeous. He had just the right amount of muscle to be fit without being bulky. And his tattoos? His six-pack even had that glory trail down the center and the sexy V that led to his groin. She was pretty sure that was called an Adonis belt. He wasn’t overly hairy along his chest. His hair, five o’clock shadow, and the dusting on his chest matched the thick patch of russet hair surrounding his erection.

Sophia wasveryfamiliar with that piece of his anatomy. She’d sucked it enough that one might mistake it to be her favorite lollipop. Most of her sexual encounters prior to Pirate had been very one-sided on the man’s part. Quick fucks that pleasured him and left her wanting. But Pirate was different. From the first time he’d bent her over that bathroom sink, he’d been different. They might be ‘just fucking’, but he’d always been after her pleasure more than his own. Sometimes, he brought her to orgasm with his fingers after spanking her over his knee and never sought his own release.

It was very unselfish and, in a way, so Pirate. The man was always sacrificing something for someone else. When was the last time he did something for himself? Without any consideration of what anyone else wanted or he thought they wanted?

Despite his promise of getting her out of her pants too, Sophia sank to her knees before him, still fully dressed. Looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes from her place at his feet, she asked him, “Do you want me to suck your cock, Pirate?”

“Fuck, baby. You have no idea what the sight of you on your knees before me does to me, but I’d planned on eatingyouout after spanking your ass red.”

“My ass is still red from last night.” She took his hard length in her hand. “I want to do thisfor you.”

Leaning forward, she closed her lips around the tip of his cock. Pirate curled the fingers of one hand in her thick, dark locks while bracing himself with the other on one of the shelves above her head. Sophia swirled her tongue around, savoring the taste of him, before taking him into her mouth. Inch by slow, agonizing inch. She felt his thighs quivering as she sucked, hollowing out her cheeks around his dick. His grip on her hair tightened.

When he hit the back of her throat, she lifted her mouth just slightly. She took a deep breath through her nose before sinking back down on top of him. His pubes tickled her nose as her forehead touched his toned abs. She fought through her reflex to gag as she swallowed around the tip of his cock.

“Holy fuck!” he moaned, eyes transfixed down at her.

Sophia hummed as she pulled off of his cock. Trailing her tongue down and under his length, she lapped at his ball sack while rolling them gently around with the palm of her hand. She continued to fondle him as she raised her mouth back up to the tip of his cock.

“That feels so fucking good,” he complimented. Gripping her hair in a vice, he bobbed her mouth up and down on his cock several times before pulling her back and off of him.

Sophia stared up at him. Despite the tight hold he had on her, she trusted him completely. She knew down to the marrow of her bones that Pirate would not hurt her. More than that, if she asked him to, she knew he would stop regardless ofwhen. That faith, that trust, was so hard to come by.

Was Jasmine right?DidSophia have feelings for Pirate? Didhehave feelings for her?

“As tempting as it is to come down your throat, I need to be inside your pussy. Right the fuck now.”

Feeling the same way, Sophia rose. She unzipped her boots before sliding out of them. Her pants and panties dropped next. By the time she’d done that, Pirate already had the condom rolled down his cock, so she didn’t bother taking off her shirt or bra.

“Come here.”

He lifted her up until her legs were locked around his waist and her arms around his neck. Sophia expected him to press her back against the shelves and was a bit surprised when he turned them so it washisback to the shelving unit. One hand under her ass, he used the other to guide his cock to her slick entrance.

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