Page 94 of Nest of Thieves
“Scared?”
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Scared?
Hardly.
“No.” Stubbornness rises inside of me. If he’s trying to intimidate me, he severely underestimates how horny I am.
“Ask me to kiss you.”
“Kiss—” He doesn’t let me finish the sentence. Lark ravages my mouth, his tongue expertly tangling with mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he presses into me, gripping my ass with his hands. He grinds his cock against my core, and I moan into his kiss, running my hands over his chest. The nipple rings are hard, and I test out tugging them, gently, and Lark moans, rubbing himself between my hips.
He tears his lips from mine, placing a hand in my hair to tip my head back so he can kiss down my throat, growling deep and low to let me know exactly what type of man he is. Lark is an alpha, and despite being a strong, independent woman, I find myself more than willing to submit to him. Willing to let him pull the strings of my bikini bottoms and peel away the fabric. Willing to give him whatever he wants. So very willing.
He drops his forehead against mine, and his breath ghosts over my face. “Last chance to tell me to stop.”
I tug on his nipple rings and drop down to swirl my tongue over his left nipple. “Are you scared?” I ask against his skin, biting down around his areola.
He fists his fingers in my hair and holds my ass, squeezing while I tease him. “Fuck, no.”
Chuckling against his skin, I tip my head back. His pretty green irises are alight with fire. All that desire aimed straight at me. My heart skips a beat, and he releases me without warning. I squeak and find my footing as he rips off his shorts and throws them on the side of the pool. The material lands with a wetthwack. Lark closes the distance between us again, hoisting me onto the side and wrenching my legs apart so he can stare at my bare pussy.
Tracing one finger over my slit, he lifts his gaze to meet mine as he pushes a digit inside of me. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, and he adds another, curling them to rub against my G-spot.
I drop my head back, arching. His teeth find my left nipple beneath the skimpy material of my top, biting and tugging at it gently while he makes sure I’m good and ready for him.
“Lark,” I gasp, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him back. His fingers drag out of my core, and I groan at the loss but drop into the pool, wrapping my arms around his neck and climbing him like a tree. “I said fuck me, not tease me.”
Lark doesn’t make some smart-ass remark; he simply lifts me up and positions his cock at my center, the thick tip already stretching my walls. “You said I could fuck you while they watch,” he says, reminding me of our audience. “Look at them.”
I do, turning my head. Mac is squatting, his chin propped on his hand. Lark thrusts inside of me and my mouth parts, a soft sound escaping me. Mac’s lips tilt at my response and Vette shifts on his feet, drawing my attention as Lark rolls his hips back before slamming inside of me again. I dig my nails into Lark’s shoulders, witnessing the flare of envy flashing over Vette’s face. He wanted to fuck me after we escaped the casino. He wanted this. My walls clamp around Lark, desperate to grip him as he hammers into me. His velvety girth is almost too much to handle, but the pleasure outweighs any discomfort I feel.
Water laps around us, and he shifts my hips a little, leaning back slightly and thrusting up hard and fast.
“Oh, fuck.” I swing my gaze back to his, and his eyes drop to my lips.
“They might be in the room, but I’m the one inside of you.” He thrusts. “I’m the one owning this cunt.” He slides out a little. “This pussy is mine right now.” He slams in again, making me moan. “That’s it, baby.” Pace unrelenting, Lark jerks my hips down to meet his. His thumb brushes over my clit.
I pull him forward and kiss him, running my tongue along the seam of his mouth. He sucks my tongue into his mouth, kissing me hard before pulling back.
“You want to come, baby?”
I nod, loving the pet name in the moment.
“You want my knot?”
There’s only a moment of hesitation before I rasp, “Yes.” I’ve never had a knot before, but somehow, I know I need it. I know I can’t truly be satisfied without it.
“You’re so fucking tight, but you’re taking my cock so good.” He slows his pace and walks forward until my back hits the edge of the pool. He slips his hand between my back and the concrete to keep me from getting scratched to hell. I suck his bottom lip, and he pinches my clit as the base of his cock swells. The thickening of his cock stretching me and locking us together.
He’s not letting me go anytime soon. His dick is all mine, and as if to remind me of exactly that, Lark thrusts into me. The head of his erection brushes against my G-spot while the fullness of his knot pulses inside of me. His lower abdomen grinds against my core. Friction. Sweet, delicious friction.
I moan.
“Drench my dick in those sweet juices, baby.” He teases my clit and slams into me once, twice, three times before my toes tingle and stars burst across my vision. I cry out, but he kisses me, swallowing my moan and rolling his hips over and over, getting every drop of my cum that he can. His dick jerks inside of me, his hot seed spilling into me. The spasm sends another ripple of pleasure over me and, together, we ride out his knot. We fuck and kiss and bite until my head is delirious with pleasure.
