Page 38 of The Aries Alliance
“Hey, everything’s ready for the biscuits . . .” My voice trailed off as War stood in the doorway, big feet planted firmly on the floor, with his legs shoulder-length apart.
He probably needed to stand like that so his pretty, big third leg could breathe. His damp hair and goatee mirrored the sexy picture he’d sent. Only a large white towel covered his fit waist.
I cleared my throat but couldn’t help but smile.
“No, sir.” I shook my head and pursed my lips with a spoon in hand. “We’re supposed to be working, not sexing. I refuse for you to stretch me so far out I can’t walk straight for the rest of the week. Put on some clothes. Damn.”
With a steely look in his eyes, War stepped toward me like I was his prey. I extended the spoon like it was a sword. When he was inches from me, he took it from me and placed it on the counter before planting a chaste kiss on my cheek.
“Sweetheart, walking straight should be the least of your worries after last night. Don’t make me put a ring on your finger and make you my sex slave.”
“I don’t believe in human trafficking, so don’t even play like that.”
“It’s not trafficking if you’re the one begging for this dick like you can’t live without it.”
War but wasn’t lying about what I was willing to do to stay up under whatever voodoo he threw on me. He backed up every ounce of his big dick energy so much, I still tasted his salty cum on my tongue.
Even when I closed my eyes to snatch whatever rest I could get, Warrick ran through my dreams like Jesse Owens, dicking me down so good from the front, back, and side that I had to get out of bed to wash my wet, sticky body off before returning to bed. That had never happened to me.
Even now, War’s smell had a trickle of wetness pooling at my core, ready to drip down my bare legs. Forget voodoo; he had me on an imaginary leash. This wasn’t good.
I plastered a stern look on my face.
“If you want me to be part of this plan, you have to be serious. I refuse to jeopardize my career for lust.”
War opened his towel and dropped it, revealing a penis that was already primed for me. I lifted my head to the ceiling and frowned, wanting to scream at God in gratitude and anguish for sending such a massive tool to tempt and satisfy me. When I got the strength to look back at War, he smirked and rubbed his hands down his abs, stopping short of his semi-erect shaft.
“You sure about that?”
I turned my head to the side and bit my fist. This man didn’t play fair when it came to whatever was happening between us.
“I should have gone to Lil’David last night. You brought me here to trap me.”
War stood behind me and pressed his erection into my back. He brushed my locs from my ear and kissed my earlobe.
“Naw, baby. The problem was you thinking I was going to let you outta my sight with that little black bandage on. If you wanted to sneak around, you could have done that on your own time. This is my lair. I warned you that I would mark you if we worked together.” He sucked my neck until I moaned.
“War . . .”
“You’re already calling my name.” He lifted my caftan and rubbed my slit from behind.
Within seconds, he had me whimpering.
“Yes, just like that . . . Big Daddy needs cream with his morning coffee. Give it to me.” War picked me up and placed me on the counter, holding my legs in a wide V. “Open up.”
Since I was on birth control and our STD screenings were up-to-date, War didn’t bother to grab a condom. He rubbed his tip against my opening, inserting it deeper with each thrust.
“Stop . . . teasing . . . me.” I used my free hand to pull War to me.
Like last night, I reveled in War’s intense pounding and dug my nails into his back to steady myself. When I was close to climaxing, he paused and squeezed my body tightly.
“Dammit, Scar. You’re going to tear my skin off.”
“Like you tore mine? Hell, I’m in pain too.”
War paused long enough for me to point to the bite above my right breast. He massaged it with his fingers and kissed it before massaging my throat with his finger.
“We’ll have to doctor each other up, I guess.”
