Page 67 of Darcy
For a second, I think he’s listening to me. His grip on me loosens, and I manage to shift an inch away.
“You fucking can,” he promises, breath washing over my tingling flesh.
Without further warning, he dives back in, his lips honing in on my poor, over sensitised clit.
“Slate!” The pleasure turns violent, blazing brilliantly across every nerve ending in a maelstrom that threatens to consume me.
My hands clench on my breasts, fingers trapping my nipples as his hands leave my ass only to come back down with a sharpcrackthat echoes around the room.
The sudden pain blends perfectly with the pleasure, soothing the ragged edges until I’m teetering on the edge of a third orgasm.
“Ah ah ah, you’re coming on my cock this time. I want to feel your hot little pussy wrapped around me.”
He lets go, and my boneless body tumbles to one side without him there to hold me up. Every single cell in my body cries out, straining for the orgasm that’s slowly escaping my grasp while he pushes up and wastes precious seconds stripping. I landed on my front, but I twist my neck to watch over my shoulder as his jeans are discarded, followed by a pair of white boxers.
In seconds, he’s completely naked, but he still hesitates at the edge of the bed. My eyes trace his tats, following the trails of lyrics across his ribs and lower to where his dick is bobbing eagerly.
“Hmm, decisions, decisions. You looked damn good riding Dodger’s cock, but I’ve had a million fantasies of watching this ass jiggle as I fuck the living daylights out of you.”
I stare at him, open-mouthed. The man has the audacity to leave me on the edge of an orgasm and then sit there debating sex positions while I’m spread open and needy just feet away.
“Just fuck me already!” I protest.
His bright grin is wicked. “Why didn’t you just say so?”
Those large hands grab my ankles, yanking me to the edge of the bed before swapping his grip to my hips and pulling me up so my legs are folded beneath me. My arms fly forward, fisting the sheets as he lines himself up at my entrance and shoves home in one swift thrust.
I cry out, a warbling sound that still somehow fails to encapsulate the enormity of the sensations ripping through me as my body goes from empty to stretched to the limit.
“Fuck!” he groans, pulling back, only to slam back in just as roughly.
I told him to fuck me, and he does, jack hammering into my body as my nails claw into his sheets. The slick, wet sounds of our lovemaking fill the air. This position is primitive, but it also allows his cock to rub over sensitive spots I didn’t know I had. My body quickly returns to the peak it was denied before, clenching and spasming around his shaft as he chases his own release. I’m so close, I just need that little something more to get me across the line.
Then, as if he’s reading my thoughts, one hand leaves my hips and strokes down the crease of my ass. His thumb grazes the sensitive ring of muscle, massaging without pressing too deeply. The pressure, and the dark pleasure it evokes, are all I need.
I fall apart around him, sobbing out my pleasure into the softness of his mattress as his strokes lose their rhythm and his breathing turns harsh.
“Fuck.Mi reina. So damn good.” He jerks out of me and comes with a groan, spraying my ass and lower back with the evidence of his release.
He rolls onto his back, panting and sweating. His eyes are glazed with pleasure, and it takes him a few minutes to recover.
“You look good wearing my cum,” he murmurs, fingers tracing the stickiness into my skin as he recovers.
I stretch out across the covers with an exhausted sigh. “Can you get me a cloth or something?”
I’d go myself, but I don’t want to find out if I can make it to the bathroom before gravity takes hold and I end up dripping a mess down my butt and onto the hotel’s fancy carpet.
“Leave it.” He drags me over his chest so my face is pressed against his pec as he continues to play in the mess we’ve made. “I get all caveman thinking about you wearing me on your skin.”
I raise a brow. “You donotneed to get any more caveman, mister. You freaking picked me up and carried me off to your cave already.”
He barks out a laugh. “I’ll give you that one,rubia. Let me have a few more minutes of neanderthalism before I clean you up.”
There’s enough smoulder in his dark gaze that I sigh and give in. “Fine. But don’t think this will happen every time.”
“Are you sure? Because there are at least three more places on your body I’ve fantasised about painting with my cum.”
I count in my head… “Face, boobs and…?”
