Page 72 of The New York Nighthawks: Vol 1

“Holy motherfucking hell,” I breathed as I drank in the sight of her beauty before me. Indulgently, I leaned back against the couch and let my eyes slide down her body inch by inch. Her full tits bounced a little with her rapid breaths, the pink tips still wet from my mouth. Her soft, slightly rounded tummy made me want to lick all around her belly button and leave possessive bite marks to remind her who she belonged to. And damn, she was going to look like a goddess when she was big and swollen with our children.

Resuming my visual journey, I lingered on her wide, birthing hips before returning to her center. When my gaze landed on her pussy, I groaned as hunger roared through me. She was fucking bare, so I had an unobstructed view of her glistening folds and her slick pink center peeking out between them.

I wasn’t done, though, so I mentally lectured myself to be patient and finished my perusal, admiring her thick thighs and anticipating how they would feel wrapped around my hips while I pounded in and out of her. Her legs might not have been the size of those skinny bitches they called models, but they were beyond perfect, shapely, and sexy as fuck. Lastly, I dropped my gaze to her feet and grinned when I saw her cute little toes tipped with the same dark purple as her dress. Then my head lifted, and my eyes returned to her face. “Perfection.”

Wrenley’s cheeks heated, and I watched in fascination as the blush crept down until it reached her pussy. I’d been dying to know how far down the color would go, now I just needed to see what it looked like when she came.

“I think you’ve had enough of this peepshow,” Wrenley said as she placed her hands on her hips. “My turn. Strip, superstar.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I stood and did a slow strip tease, enjoying the way the color of her irises darkened and her breathing became fast and harsh. She licked her lips when she spotted my piercing, then again as her eyes roved over my tattoo. I hoped she was imagining what it would be like to trace it with her tongue…

As I removed my boxer briefs, I noticed that her thighs were shiny and realized my girl was drenched from watching me undress. “Like what you see, baby?” I asked with a smirk.

“I’d like it better if nothing was in my way,” she sassed, making me throw back my head and chuckle. It was amazing that as hard and hungry as I was, she could still make me laugh.

My long, fat cock sprung free, slapping my stomach and bouncing against it a couple of times. The tip was almost as purple as her dress, swollen and slick from the precome I’d been leaking.

“Wow,” Wrenley gasped. “You’re, um…that thing is, um…really big.”

I groaned and took a step closer to her. “Baby, you can’t say shit like that to me right now. I’m hanging by a thread, but I want your taste on my tongue when I pop your cherry.”

Pink stole over her skin again as she flushed with desire, and she willingly accepted my hand when I reached for hers, bringing her close until we were skin to skin. “Fuck, yeah,” I moaned. I’d known we would have a spark between us, an electric reaction that would be practically combustible. But I’d underestimated how strong the pull was, and the way it would feel when it shot straight to my dick.

Nearing the end of my rope, I scooped Wrenley up and spun around, placing her gently on the couch, facing me. Then I knelt between her legs and licked my lips, eager to feast on this delicacy that would only ever be mine.

Tossing her legs over my shoulders, I bent forward and used my thumbs to part her folds. “Fucking gorgeous.” That was the last thing I said because I was too damn busy lapping at her center, shoving my tongue in her hole, and drinking down every drop of her juices.

Wrenley, however, said a lot. Mostly, “yes,” “more,” and my name—which she screamed at the top of her lungs when I finally bit her clit and used two fingers to rub the sensitive spot inside her that pushed her over the edge.

I licked her gently through her climax until her breathing became a little more regulated. Then I raised my head and wiped her essence from my face before licking my fingers clean. “Mmm,” I murmured. “Never tasted anything so fucking delicious. I’m gonna need to eat that sweet pussy a lot. And you can probably expect to spend just as much time with my cock inside you or you bouncing on it.”

Wrenley’s lips formed a little O, and her eyes were a mixture of surprise and fiery passion.

I grinned as I picked her up, using my hands on her ass to hold her steady while she circled my waist with her legs and clasped her arms around my neck. “Does it turn you on when I talk dirty, baby?” I purred as I made my way to the double doors that led to a bedroom with a massive bed.

“Yes,” she whispered, ducking her head into my neck.

“Hey,” I said softly as I stopped and waited for her to look at me. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Wrenley. What happens between us is just about us and no one else. It doesn’t matter what anyone else might think. What we like, what we do, that’s ours alone. So don’t ever be embarrassed or afraid to tell me something you like…or don't like—that’s important too—because I will always respect you.”

Wrenley’s eyes filled with tears, and I started to panic, but she must have seen it coming on because she smiled brightly and cupped my cheeks. “You’ve got a silver tongue, Jordan Stallard,” she teased with a little sniff. “That was a beautiful thing to say.”

“Beautiful?” I grumbled as I started moving again. “Don’t ever say shit like that in front of the guys.”

Wrenley laughed, then made an X over her chest. “Cross my heart.”

Her laughter quickly died when I dropped her on the mattress before coming down on top of her. “You’re mine,” I growled, just because I needed to hear it again.

“Yours,” she whispered.

My control snapped as my hunger took over. I tasted every inch of my girl before making her come once more on my tongue, trying to get her as ready as possible. She was tight as fuck, and I was by no means a small guy.

When I couldn’t take another second, I finally guided her legs around me and notched the tip of my cock at her entrance. “Just breathe, baby,” I encouraged her as I slowly pushed inside.

Wrenley gasped, and I winced, imagining how she must feel being stretched by my considerable girth. “Breathe,” I told her again. “I don’t want to hurt you, but…”

She took a deep breath and relaxed her muscles, giving me room to slide in a little deeper. “I know you don’t,” she rasped. “That’s why I trust you to take care of me.”

Her faith in me sent warmth spreading through my chest and come spurting out of my cock. It didn’t cause me to soften even the tiniest bit, though, and the added lubrication made it easier to glide into her channel.

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