Page 60 of Blackout: Book Two

Catching my breath, I stare at her as she curls her fingers around my hair and whimpers.

“Please, don’t stop,” she whispers.

I can’t take her.

Not like we both want.

But I can’t let her go with just a kiss either.

In one fluid motion, I lift her in my arms. Her legs curl around my waist as my mouth slams against hers, pulling her lips between mine. Walking backward towards the couch, I don’t stop fucking her mouth. When my calves hit the edge, I drop my ass on the cushion and Lacey tears her mouth from mine. She repositions herself so that she straddles me. The fabric of her dress hitches up her thighs as her knees dig into the mattress and she lowers herself, grinding against my cock.

“Fuck,” I hiss, tearing my mouth from hers. I watch as she impatiently shrugs her jacket off and tosses it behind her. My eyes move to her heaving chest and I groan. Unable to help myself, I reach out and slide my finger under the thin strap of her dress. I drag it down her shoulder and bend my head, kissing from her collarbone down to the swell of her breasts.

She grinds against me again and I frantically pull the strap lower, exposing one of her tits. Drawing her nipple into my mouth, my teeth tug at the taut skin. My other hand cups her other breasts and she moans softly.

“I might come,” she cries as my tongue flicks her nipple.

“Not yet,” I say as I give the tight bud another suck. Dropping my hands to her thighs, I slide them up her creamy thighs. My cock strains against the zipper of my jeans and for a split second, I lose my mind. I forget we’re in a rehab center and that anyone could come in at any moment and I contemplate fucking her senseless.

“Blackie,” she pleads.

My name registers and I release her nipple. Reaching for the hemline of her dress, my fingers curl around the fabric and I frantically push it up her body until it bunches around her belly. I want to strip her of it altogether, but I stop myself. Instead, I lift the material a little higher, exposing her bump. Needing that skin to skin contact, I rest my hands over her belly. I get lost in the moment, in the realization that I’ve fantasized about this since we started trying for a baby.

“What’s wrong?” she whispers, causing me to lift my gaze to hers.

“Absolutely nothing,” I rasp, leaning in to press another kiss to her lips. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and returns the kiss, sliding her tongue inside my mouth. My hands leave her stomach and move between her legs. I press the heel of my hand against the lace covering her pussy and feel the wetness seep from the material onto my skin.

“Jesus, you’re fucking soaked,” I growl, breaking our kiss.

Panting, she peers back at me and raises an eyebrow.

“What’re you gonna do about it?”

It’s not so much a question but rather a dare and fuck if I don’t love it. Sliding my fingers under the lace, I rip her panties to the side and press my thumb against her clit.

“You need to get off, girl?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” she whispers, closing her eyes as she moves against my hand.

She’s a fucking sight.

A goddamn dream.

My fingers plunge into her and her eyes open wide at the intrusion. Leaning forward, my mouth finds her ear. As I slide in and out of her, my teeth sink into her earlobe and she whimpers.

“When I get home, I’m fucking you for a week straight. You won’t be able to walk. You won’t be able to sit. All you will be able to do is lay there, take my cock and come over and over.”

“Yes,” she cries. “Keep talking.”

“When you can’t take any more, I’ll eat you like you’re my last fucking meal. I can’t wait to taste this pussy again. In fact...” My words trail as I remove my fingers. She watches intently as I shove them into my mouth. One taste and I’m fucking gone.

“You’re killing me,” she groans.

Releasing my fingers, I bring them to her lips.

“Wanna taste?” I taunt.

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