Page 29 of Wrecked
She deserved more than half a man.
He could never, would never, burden her with what remained of the guy she once knew, with what he’d become. And he sure as fuck didn’t deserve that kind of happiness.
No, he couldn’t keep her, not in the way he’d always dreamed. She would never wear his ring. They would never have a family or grow old together.
But tonight, for one night, he could pretend.
Tonight, she was his.
He smoothed his hand up her thigh. Her body was coated in a fine sheen of sweat, beautiful breasts jiggling with every labored breath.
Stunning.
He crawled up her body and looked down at her. She stared right back, licking her lips, and he realized he hadn’t kissed her yet. He needed to kiss her. Now. Sliding a hand over her hair, he brought his mouth down on hers. Her lips were soft and warm, pliant under his. She opened for him, flicking her tongue across his, tasting herself on him, learning how damn sweet she was. He squeezed his eyes shut, memorizing every damn moment, kissing her hard and deep, the way he needed to.
Her legs wrapped around his hips, and his cock was right there. He flexed his hips, sliding his dick between her drenched folds. Fuck, he could so easily come from just that. He tore his mouth from hers. “Condom, Piper.”
She blinked up at him. “Um…”
“Condom, baby, now.” He couldn’t stop, and rubbed against her. They both groaned.
“I don’t…ah, I don’t have any.”
He stilled. “What?”
“I don’t have any.” She tightened her legs around him like she thought he’d leave.
Like fuck.
“You on the pill?”
“No. What about your apartment?” The hope in her eyes tore him to shreds.
“No,” he growled.
Jesus motherfucking Christ.
He didn’t have condoms. He hadn’t needed them. His hips thrust against hers because he couldn’t stop himself, his need to be with her was all-consuming.
She gripped him tighter. “God don’t stop. Just…keep moving.”
Yeah, there was no way he was stopping now. He couldn’t make love to her how he wanted, but they could both get off this way. Hell, he was ready to explode. Gritting his teeth, he slid against her, holding back his orgasm through sheer determination. Piper reached up and cupped his face, pulling him down for another kiss, the sweetest, sexiest kiss he’d ever had in his life. Then a second later, she was coming again, spasming against the underside of his cock. “Ah, fuck.”
He wanted, needed…
Lifting up onto his knees, he fisted his erection and pumped hard and fast. He was mindless at this point, nothing but animal lust, driven to this point by the woman beneath him, watching while he stroked himself. Her gaze locked on his dick, and having her eyes on him…fuck.
“Gonna come on all that beautiful, smooth skin.” He continued pumping his cock, hissing when he exploded, firing hot and hard across Piper’s creamy flesh, until he’d emptied his balls all over her soft belly and breasts.
He came down on top of her, not giving a shit about the mess, just needing to be close to her, to feel her against him. Breathing heavily, he took in her strawberry scent, now mixed with sex. He wanted to bathe in it, never let her go. Never lose this feeling. Her hands came up, running over his back, soothing him. Like she knew he was hanging on by a thread.
“I’m glad you came over tonight,” she whispered.
Those words, as simple as they were, hit hard. It was like a light switched on in his head, shining a spotlight on all the darkness residing there. Not only what he was, what he’d done, but why he shouldn’t be here. He was obsessed with the woman beneath him. Jesus, he’d jacked off watching her through his window and told her about it. Came all over her, for fuck sake. A night with her was as good as feeding the beast, the addiction, gorging on the only thing it craved.
She should be throwing him out of her bed. Why the hell wasn’t she?
What he’d done to her, still wanted to do to her… The things he’d said? Disgust with himself, with the way he’d treated her, washed over him. Piper, of all people, deserved better than this. Still, his cock, which was nestled against her curves, was readying for round two.
