Page 8 of Tarnished Hands

I knew I’d love it.

I mean, I love the taste of her lips.

These lips, though, are my new favorite.

She moans, and it’s so sweet that I almost stop to ram my cock into her. It’s a new sound I haven’t heard from her before. “You want my dick, Piper?” I ask against her swollen flesh, mezmerized as she does it again, and I continue working her with my mouth. My fingers that were digging into her thigh move between her legs, and she opens them wider for me before I insert a finger. She eagerly lets me in, her hand still clutching my hair for dear life as I fuck her with my mouth, and hand until she’s writhing and, grinding her pussy into my face while making that sound repeatedly.

I flick her clit with my tongue before I insert another finger and move them faster finding that special place inside her while being careful to keep my mouth at a steady pace.

Moans are all I get before her legs start to close around my head, and her pussy milks my fingers, and drips drop on my chin.

I eat her up—every damn drop.

Fuck! Very soon, that will be my cock drenched in her sweetness.

And I can’t fucking wait.

Chapter Five

PIPER

I’m used to men gawking at me with wandering eyes. The way they talk louder when I walk past them. The eager, fleeting compliments that have nothing to do with me but are solely there to smooth the transactional pathway, if you will. Ezra does and he doesn’t undress me with his eyes. He does like what he sees. What he does to me, but he also sees through me. Like he’s not seeing just my body, but the turmoil and danger beneath it. I like that look when I shouldn’t, just as I shouldn’t like anything about Ezra, but for some reason, I can’t hold his stare without the urge to squirm.

I break our eye contact by smashing my lips to his and grabbing at him in any way possible.

He pulls back after a minute, his stare scorching. And as much as I try to wrench my gaze away from him this time, I find myself drawn back like a magnet. I sit and breathe heavily as he shifts backward and unbuckles his jeans, my eyes are glued to his talented fingers as he works at his zipper. His cock strains against his boxers, and the minute it’s free, my thighs twitch together. My mouth goes dry. Every breath feels like I’m sucking all the oxygen from the room. I need him more than skin on skin. I’m also beginning to believe I need him burrowed further under my skin. The thought is scary, but I’m too far gone to stop this madness now.

I lick my lips, and he watches me, smirking.

“Tell me… slow and gentle or hard and fast?”

“Both?” I say, unsure.

Last time, we were in a rush, almost animalistic in our need. We couldn’t stop or get enough of each other. This time I want it a little slower, but with the roughness I know he can deliver.

He steps back up to me, now completely naked, and lifts his hand to my face gently before gliding it to my hair. He smirks, his eyes solely on mine, watching me for any movement as his fingers thread through my hair, and he yanks my head back, bending my neck so my throat is exposed to him. I feel the heat of him when he steps between my legs, his mouth hot as it comes down on my neck, and he sucks. His hold on my hair is unrelenting as he presses himself against my sex. I lift a leg and wrap it around him so I can feel him closer. He huffs, pulls away from my neck, and looks me in the eyes. He tugs at my hair until it’s painful—but the good kind of painful—the painful you know will hurt in the morning, but you’ll gladly ride it out with no complaint because it was worth every second.

“Did I say you could do that?” He looks down to where our bodies are almost joined.

I wrap my arms around his neck. “Thought you were going to fuck me, so why are you still talking?” I taunt.

An animalistic growl leaves him as he jerks my hair one last time before he removes his hands and takes hold of my legs, opening them wider as he looks down between us. I watch, too, fascinated, as he slides right in. I bite my lip as he bottoms out inside me. His hand lifts to my cheek, and his thumb touches my lip, pulling it free.

“That’s my lip to bite.” He jerks his body, and I gasp at the movement. “You’ll learn,” he says, and his hand slides to my neck, and he pushes me. I bend backward, and now my head is on the cushions—thankfully, they’re soft—my ass is perched on the back of the couch, and his cock is still inside of me. I don’t bother to argue about the not-so-comfortable position when he pulls out and thrusts back in. I swear all the blood rushes to my head, not just because I’m upside down but from the feeling of being fucked this way.

Ezra moves, slow and steady at first, one hand on my stomach, holding me still, while the other grips my hip.

“Ezra.”

“Yes, dear?” I can tell he’s smirking without even seeing his face.

“Let me up.”

“You don’t mean that,” he replies, and his hand that was on my stomach moves down to my very sensitive clit. I squirm but somehow open my legs wider while he thrusts and thrusts.

As he slides in and out of me, I grip the closest thing to me, which happens to be a pillow, and pick it up.

“Do you plan to place that over your mouth and bite it to stifle your screams, dear?” he asks as he pulls out until just his tip remains inside me. He pauses for a moment, and as I feel him jerk, a sharp slap comes down on my clit. Vibrations travel throughout my body, another orgasm building fast as he slams back inside of me.

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