Page 27 of The Sting of Love
“I love it,” she coos, and her bright blue eyes sparkle with a lust-filled heat that sends an ache through my cock.
“I’ll keep doing it, then.”
“Yes, please,” she answers and runs her delicate fingers over my forearm.
I know what else she likes. I smile down at her in my arms and bend my neck to start sucking her breasts. Just as I thought, she arches into my mouth and runs her fingers through my hair, urging me to continue.
I want to be inside her though. That’s the one constant, but fuck… I need to get to that point where I can gain some control back of my mind and leave.
It’s careless of me to forget responsibility completely. I should check in with Alex and call Gibbs. At the very least I need to find out if Gibbs got anything on Mario. I haven’t looked at my phone once since I’ve been here, and I heard a few messages come through.
My traitorous brain told me that it was just messages, and if there was anything important, I’d get a call. That’s what I kept allowing my damn self to think so I could indulge in this beauty.
I should get the phone and look at the messages, but the same part of me that wants her knows that the minute I look, I’ll have to go. I can’t bring myself to leave her, and not when I know she needs me.
There’s something inside me that craves her need for me. There’s also something inside me that awoke nights ago from the second I touched her. It made me need her too.
It’s making me need her again, and the way she’s touching me is driving me insane, just like last night. I’m falling into the trap again.
Another spell of lust is coming, ready to seize us both, and I can’t wait to be inside her.
I release her nipples and reach for her, but she playfully rolls away from me.
“My turn,” she says, running her little pink tongue over her pouty mouth, and I don’t know how I don’t embarrass myself by blowing my load right here in front of her.
“What do you want to do to me, Bella?”
“I want your cock.”
The hell with responsibility. I can’t say no to this broad. She’s done a fucking number on me, and I’m letting her.
She gets up and moves between my legs, taking my cock with those long, slender fingers. She runs her fingers from the base to tip, playing with my length that grows in her hands.
That gorgeous mass of hair falls over her shoulder like a rain of velvet when she lowers her head to take my cock into her mouth. As those lips cover my length and take me in, I feel like the luckiest man alive.
I watch her and run my hand over her head as she pleasures me. Her breasts bounce, and as her tight nipples turn a darker shade of pink I can’t resist touching her.
I fondle her nipples, but then she starts sucking my cock harder and I release her.
Her head bobs up and down as she sucks and takes me in so deep, I think she might choke. The pleasure she gives me is unreal, and fuck damn, I think I’m only maintaining control because I want the pleasure of her mouth more than I want the release.
When she starts massaging my balls, however, the need to take her returns with a vengeance, and I grab her arm so she stops.
“Bella, I want to be inside you,” I tell her, and she smiles.
“Do you now?”
“Yes. One more time.” It’s a lie. I know it for a lie, and she moans, uncaring whether it’s a lie or not. She wants me too.
“I like that sound you make,” I add, and she laughs. I know I’m doing things right when I hear that. “Let me give you more pleasure, Bella.”
“Yes, you can stay forever and give me pleasure.”
She wouldn’t like to know how appealing forever sounds and how much I want to do that. I want it so bad it scares the shit out of me. I’m like a snake in the angel’s bed, and she doesn’t even know it. I’m too much of a selfish bastard to try and leave her alone though.
“Be careful what you wish for, mio bella.”
“I’m happy with this wish,” she answers, and her eyes give away too much emotion. “It beats everything else.”
