Page 152 of Remi's War (Four Dark Horsemen 2)

I’m too raw today to indulge in my fantasy though, so fucking her mouth will have to wait. Right now, I need my woman, to stake my claim on her.

Especially after that scene she watched at the club.

“Penelope,” I call her name, and she raises her eyes to me, still running her tongue over me. “I will fuck this mouth; have no doubt.” She groans, shifting once again, and I tug at her hair until my dick springs free. “But not tonight. Get on the bed.”

Slowly, she rises, brushing her body over mine, and my dick smears precum all over her, which I fucking love.

One day, I’m going to paint her in my cum and take a picture just for me. Just imagining it makes me hot as fuck, and I press on my dick to control my desire and not come right now.

I expect her to listen to my command, but instead, she kisses my chest, right above my scar, and I freeze when she murmurs, “I hate that they hurt you.” She shifts farther to my arm to one of the cigarette burns and gives it a light peck. “The idea of you suffering all alone pains me in ways I cannot describe.”

Her lips move to my shoulder, and I sigh when she places gentle kisses over my remaining scars before tracing them with her tongue. They healed a long time ago, but with her showing them love, she soothes even the memories of the pain I experienced.

“But they also speak about your strength to fight for life, when everyone wanted to take it away.” She walks around me, kissing every abused inch, and finally faces me again while my arms circle her. “You were meant to be born, Remi. I’m so sorry all those awful people were too stupid to realize that. Thank you for surviving.” She raises on her tiptoes and kisses me quick. “And I don’t regret meeting you. I think… I think it might actually have been the best moment of my life.” She laughs through the tears and whimpers when I kiss her, tasting myself on her, and that awakens every primal part of me.

I walk us toward the bed until we bump into it, and snatching her mouth away, she grins at me, getting on the bed herself right on her knees, and winks at me over her shoulder. When she hooks her thumbs in her panties and slowly, agonizingly fucking slowly, takes them off, I groan at the sight of her perfect ass, and she throws them off the bed.

I grip her hips, biting on her flesh, and she laughs when I flip her on her back and spread her wide while lifting her foot to rest on my shoulder. I scrape my teeth over her calf while she lies on my sheets, dark hair serving as a halo around her, and she moans, fisting the covers.

“Remi, please.” She puts her palm on her stomach and shifts it lower until she lightly touches her clit. “I’m aching. For you. Always just for you.”

Giving one more gentle bite to her calf, I settle between her spread thighs and inhale the scent of my woman, my dick becoming so fucking hard it’s a wonder it doesn’t drill a hole in the bed.

Opening her up with my fingers, I roll my tongue and thrust it deep in her, groaning when her moan echoes through the space, and she grips my hair, her nails sinking into my scalp as if she plans to rip into it.

The taste of her in my mouth becomes my undoing, and I slide my hands under her ass and lift her up to me, fucking her with my tongue as she writhes around, chanting only my name.

I slide my tongue up and down, scooping up her wetness, and nip on the sensitive flesh, earning myself a groan and a hiss, which in turn makes me growl. She tugs on my hair harsher, her foot pressing on my shoulder while she opens herself up even wider. “Remi, please.” I catch her clit, playing with it and coating it in my spit before biting it, and she goes wild underneath me, her pussy clenching, begging for my cock.

Licking her from top to bottom, I slip inside her again, stiffening my tongue while her walls tighten and tighten around me, warning me of her upcoming orgasm.

She moans, rocking in tandem with my stabs, and by how she spasms around me while arching her back, just a few more drives of my tongue and she will come apart in my arms.

However, my need for her right now, so fresh from thinking I almost lost her at the club, wins, and I pull out of her but not before taking one last lick, craving to bathe in her scent forever.

“Remi. Oh God. Just fuck me already, please!” She half-pleads, half-yells at me, and skimming my lips over her stomach to her breasts, I draw her nipples into my mouth one by one until the tight buds are coated in saliva and harden, puckering the skin.

Leaving them, I nip at her collarbone and neck before finally looming above her, with my dick dragging up and down her center.

I press my lips to hers, sharing her taste, and since she still tastes like me, our combined flavor makes us groan, and she hugs me close, hiking her leg over mine while her nails claw at my back as she kisses me with all her might.

And that’s all the invitation I need to thrust hard into her, swallowing her moan while her pussy stretches around my dick and sucks it in.

Our mouths bruise each other while I pull out and then drive back in again, her heat surrounding me, urging me to drive harder and harder into her until we both get what we so crave.

She ends the kiss, gasping for air and groaning at each lust-filled slam, while we exist in this maddening desire, which creates a tight cocoon around us where past and future don’t matter.

Just two people who want each other fiercely, and in this, our act trumps anything that we shared before, because in a way, I think of this as our true wedding night.

Her hand circles my neck, and she brings me back to her mouth, tilting her head as we kiss passionately while my movements speed up, thrusting so hard into her the headboard slams against the wall.

Nothing matters but our pleasure; everything else can fucking burn.

The blazing heat fills my blood. The desire sneaking up on me becomes harder and harder to resist, so grabbing her ass cheeks, I tear myself away from her and start to really fuck her hard, each thrust more powerful than the last.

She puts her hands on her breasts, playing with her nipples as her pussy clamps tighter around me, and the tingling down my spine lets me know my release is near.

Our gazes meet, and she whispers hoarsely, “Remi,” breaking me and then putting me together with how much emotion my name holds on her lips.

---