Page 46 of Due Process
Our passion wasn’t pretty, subtle or nice. Instead, it was pure desperation.
I had dreamt of that moment so many times I lost count, but after having her open and greedily taking from me, of course, there was no comparison.
“Tell me what you want, Stells.” I panted. “Tell me and I’ll do it. God, I’ll give you whatever you want.”
I pulled back to look into her eyes, and what I found wasn’t some intoxicated woman searching for quick release. No, it was my best friend—the woman who got away, the person I loved, the one I would sacrifice anything to be with.
Stella’s gaze was sure and steady as she grasped my fingers, dragging them to her apex to trace the drenched thong that barely covered her sweet pussy.
“Break me,”she murmured against my lips, flipping her words. “Shatter me into a million pieces, baby… ’cause only you can put me back together again.”
Yes, ma’am.
Taking her directive, I fell to my knees, pushing her thighs wider on the counter to give me a clear view. And what a view it was.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
My finger hooked in the top of her G-sting, pulling taut so the material would rub against her sensitive, swollen flesh.
“So pretty, baby,” I said, utterly consumed in my ministrations.
“Please.More,” Stella moaned, writhing forward trying to gain more contact.
“More of this?” I asked, swiping a knuckle over her clit, which caused a shudder. “Or more ofthis?” I asked before my mouth licked and sucked on her dripping centre.
I groaned loudly. The taste of her invaded my senses and left me fucking witless. All I could think about was takingmore.
Ripping her panties to shreds, I got rid of that last barrier and devoured her.
Stella convulsed above me, her hands ripping at my hair as I got lost in her cunt.
“So wet... So soft... And it’s all for me...Only me.”
I had turned into a caveman, my terminology reverting to a primitive language that only consisted of short but necessary descriptions.
However, Stella wasn’t faring any better, trying to hold back her screams, which she smothered into whimpers instead.
“Yes, Curt. Yours. Only yours. God, it’s never felt so good. So fucking good.”
My gaze roamed up Stella’s body, trembling as I watched her rip down the top of her dress and bra so she could play with her sensitive nipples.
Oh. My. God.
I growled at the sexy sight. Legitimately growled.Fuck, I needin!
And as if our thoughts were aligned, Stella’s eyes lowered to catch mine, unapologetic, powerful and filled with wanton lust.
At that moment, I knew she was mine.
Burying my face closer between her thighs, I plunged my tongue inside as deep as I could go, causing my beautiful girl to climax around me, her inner walls spasming, pushing against my invasion.
I refused to let Stella come down, continuing to lick and taste her, causing aftershocks to quiver through her system.
She looked doped out, high on the euphoria I had given her.Oh, but I’m not finished.
“Curtis. I’m not fully broken yet,” she said, her tone thick with sexy promise.
I smiled into her pussy—my new favourite place. “Good girl. Again,” I demanded.
