Don’t show you what we could
be, what we can have?”
“Yes.” She yelled the word, head thrashing on the pillows. “Yes, damn
it.”
“You want to know how you affect me, Ever?” He crawled up her
body, face and eyes hard, and straddled her midsection. His cock jutted out in
front of him, stiff like they hadn’t just finished fucking. The round, purple
tip dripped pearlescent liquid in the valley between her breasts. “I can’t
think about anyone but you. It’s difficult to concentrate on my job, this past
few days especially. You ran away from me, and yet I don’t want anyone else.”
He palmed his cock, stroking the length leisurely. “I can have
anyone, Ever. I’ve fucked them all, and none make me as hard as you. None made me
sweat and need and want so bad that I could taste it. Taste you.”
She snapped her eyes shut. Sincerity rang in his words, hurting
her heart even more. He loved her, but he didn’t know the real Ever Marcille.
He could never know that woman.
“Look at me, Ever. Look at what you do to me.’
She opened her eyes, gaze widening as he stroked himself. His
breath turned to pants as he pulled at his cock not too gently. “This is what
you do, Ever.”
She brought her attention to his dilated pupils. The darks of his
eyes appeared to be bleeding out into the whites. Nose flared, he stared her
down, jerking himself off all the while.
“Dakota.” She covered the hand on his cock with her own,
squeezing and stroking as he did.
“Ugh, God!” He threw his head back, the veins in his neck
bulging.
“Do it,” she coaxed. “Cum for me. Cum on me.”
He cried out, head snapping forward. Hips pumping, he came,
spraying hot seed on her chest.
“Shit!” Ever bucked, arching into the liquid burn.
“So fucking pretty.” Dakota climbed off her and spread out on the
mattress. Leaning over, he swiped his tongue through the thick fluid and
groaned.
Jeezus, will this guy ever stop making her hot? Ever grabbed his
hair and he turned to her. “Fucking do that again,” she commanded. He did and
she yanked him up, mashing their lips together. He thrust his tongue into her
mouth, transferring his cum to her. “Umm.” She flicked her tongue over his,
dancing around him.
His fingers sank into her hair holding her still as he turned the
kiss from soft, to hard and desperate. He devoured her mouth, biting and
sucking her tongue. Ever clutched his shoulders, fighting to remember her
plans. As it was, she danced perilously close to losing herself in Simon Dakin,
succumbing to his campaign to own her, body and soul.
She broke the kiss finally. “Umm, we need a shower.”
“Damn.” He stared at her, lips swollen and wet, eyes at
half-mast. She winked and swirled a finger in the cum cooling on her chest then
presented it to him. He sucked the finger into his warm mouth, hungry gaze on
her. Those eyes, like the man himself, could destroy her. She couldn’t let it
happen. Bigger things were at stake than just her broken heart.
She’d had one of those before and lived to tell the tale.
This one was different. The pain would be different. A million
times more than what Angus could ever dream of dishing out.
“Hey.” He bumped her nose with his. “Where’d you go?” His gaze
searched hers.
She smiled and rose on her elbows. “Just dreaming of a hot
shower.”
“Go on then.” He pointed to the bathroom. “I have some calls to
make, so I’ll shower after you.” He dropped a kiss on her lips then walked into
an adjacent room. Ever hurried to the bathroom, showering in record time. When
she came back out, he was still in the other room, so she hurriedly opened the
bottle of Moscato and retrieved the tiny zip locked package she’d gotten
from an ex of Wes’s.
She poured herself a drink and sat at the edge of the bed,
waiting for him to return. Sipping her drink, she did her best to convince
herself there was no other way around what she was about to do. If this were only
about
be, what we can have?”
“Yes.” She yelled the word, head thrashing on the pillows. “Yes, damn
it.”
“You want to know how you affect me, Ever?” He crawled up her
body, face and eyes hard, and straddled her midsection. His cock jutted out in
front of him, stiff like they hadn’t just finished fucking. The round, purple
tip dripped pearlescent liquid in the valley between her breasts. “I can’t
think about anyone but you. It’s difficult to concentrate on my job, this past
few days especially. You ran away from me, and yet I don’t want anyone else.”
He palmed his cock, stroking the length leisurely. “I can have
anyone, Ever. I’ve fucked them all, and none make me as hard as you. None made me
sweat and need and want so bad that I could taste it. Taste you.”
She snapped her eyes shut. Sincerity rang in his words, hurting
her heart even more. He loved her, but he didn’t know the real Ever Marcille.
He could never know that woman.
“Look at me, Ever. Look at what you do to me.’
She opened her eyes, gaze widening as he stroked himself. His
breath turned to pants as he pulled at his cock not too gently. “This is what
you do, Ever.”
She brought her attention to his dilated pupils. The darks of his
eyes appeared to be bleeding out into the whites. Nose flared, he stared her
down, jerking himself off all the while.
“Dakota.” She covered the hand on his cock with her own,
squeezing and stroking as he did.
“Ugh, God!” He threw his head back, the veins in his neck
bulging.
“Do it,” she coaxed. “Cum for me. Cum on me.”
He cried out, head snapping forward. Hips pumping, he came,
spraying hot seed on her chest.
“Shit!” Ever bucked, arching into the liquid burn.
“So fucking pretty.” Dakota climbed off her and spread out on the
mattress. Leaning over, he swiped his tongue through the thick fluid and
groaned.
Jeezus, will this guy ever stop making her hot? Ever grabbed his
hair and he turned to her. “Fucking do that again,” she commanded. He did and
she yanked him up, mashing their lips together. He thrust his tongue into her
mouth, transferring his cum to her. “Umm.” She flicked her tongue over his,
dancing around him.
His fingers sank into her hair holding her still as he turned the
kiss from soft, to hard and desperate. He devoured her mouth, biting and
sucking her tongue. Ever clutched his shoulders, fighting to remember her
plans. As it was, she danced perilously close to losing herself in Simon Dakin,
succumbing to his campaign to own her, body and soul.
She broke the kiss finally. “Umm, we need a shower.”
“Damn.” He stared at her, lips swollen and wet, eyes at
half-mast. She winked and swirled a finger in the cum cooling on her chest then
presented it to him. He sucked the finger into his warm mouth, hungry gaze on
her. Those eyes, like the man himself, could destroy her. She couldn’t let it
happen. Bigger things were at stake than just her broken heart.
She’d had one of those before and lived to tell the tale.
This one was different. The pain would be different. A million
times more than what Angus could ever dream of dishing out.
“Hey.” He bumped her nose with his. “Where’d you go?” His gaze
searched hers.
She smiled and rose on her elbows. “Just dreaming of a hot
shower.”
“Go on then.” He pointed to the bathroom. “I have some calls to
make, so I’ll shower after you.” He dropped a kiss on her lips then walked into
an adjacent room. Ever hurried to the bathroom, showering in record time. When
she came back out, he was still in the other room, so she hurriedly opened the
bottle of Moscato and retrieved the tiny zip locked package she’d gotten
from an ex of Wes’s.
She poured herself a drink and sat at the edge of the bed,
waiting for him to return. Sipping her drink, she did her best to convince
herself there was no other way around what she was about to do. If this were only
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