Page 129 of Fight for You
She leans forward and licks the head of my cock. The way she moans when she tastes me has me ready to explode already. Swear to Christ, it's been too damn long since she's had that perfect mouth on me. There's no way I'm going to last.
"Fuck me," I breathe, planting my feet apart before I fall on my ass.
She runs her tongue all over the head of my cock before sucking me deeper into her mouth. It's heaven and hell, and I don't ever want her to stop torturing me this way. My hands sink into her silky hair, pulling it back from her face so I can watch my dick disappear between those perfect lips of hers. It's almost obscene how wide her lips are stretched around me, but happiness and desire shine in her eyes, letting me know she's loving this. She bobs up and down a few times, trying to take as much as she can.
When I hit the back of her throat, I cry out her name and then pull her off me.
"You're too good at that," I mumble and push gently on her shoulder until she lies back on the bed.
"I like the way you taste," she whispers, making my cock jerk.
I crawl up the bed over her. My lips come down on hers, soft and sweet, before I deepen the kiss. I can still taste the salt of her tears on her lips, but there's something beautiful in that, too. We're healing together. Exactly like we've always been meant to do.
"We gotta go slow," I murmur to her when she whines beneath me and shifts restlessly. I love that sucking me off turned her on, but she's still healing, and she's got me so worked up I'm a little afraid I'll hurt her if we don't take this slow. "Don't wanna hurt you, but I need to be in you, or I'm going to lose my fucking mind, January."
"Same," she gasps, lifting up so I can strip her shirt over her head. Her bra goes with it. The bruises around the bullet wound and the surgical incisions have pretty much healed, leaving behind red, puckered skin.
I prowl down her body and place my lips to each one, sending up a silent prayer of gratitude that she's still here with me. She twists her hands into my hair as I place kisses all across her soft stomach and then up her ribcage. My lips land on her tattoo, and I brush reverent kisses there too.
"You're so goddamn strong," I remind her.
"So are…Oh God!" she cries out when I pull a nipple into my mouth and suck hard. Her hands fist in my hair as she writhes beneath me, moaning my name loudly. I want to lean back and beat my chest like Tarzan again, but I don't because that would mean releasing her nipple, and that's just not going to happen.
I move from one to the other and then back again, leaving my marks all over her perfect skin as I strip her shorts and panties down her legs. As soon as they're gone, I kiss my way back down her body.
"Need to taste this pussy before I get inside it," I mumble, wrapping her thighs around my head.
I hold her open and take one long lick.
We both moan in ecstasy. Swear to Christ, there's nothing better than her pussy.
I take long, slow licks of her, just savoring her taste and the way she moans and grinds herself on my face. She's so fucking hot and sweet. I love every single thing about her. Especially the way she's crying out my name and grasping at the bedding.
When I slide a finger inside her and stroke it over her G-spot, she screams my name and comes, flooding my mouth with her candy taste. I lick it all up, not wasting a single drop, and then I prowl back up the bed toward her.
She's boneless beneath me, a sated smile on her lips.
"Fucking perfect," I mutter and slide her over before lying down on my back and moving her pliant body until she's straddling my hips. Her thighs spread around me, putting her hot little pussy right up against my dick. Her hands come down on my shoulders, those nails digging in as she holds on. "Ride me, baby girl."
She lifts up and then sinks down on me, taking me inside her.
We both moan, the sounds mingling somewhere near the ceiling as she rides me straight out of this dimension and into another. I grip her hips and help guide her, gritting my teeth and cursing the whole time because I can't seem to last for shit when she's wrapped around my cock.
"Easy, baby," I remind her when she drops down a little too hard.
She moans like it feels good, but I'm not risking anything happening to her. Fuck that noise. She means too much to me, and it's my job to protect her, even if that means protecting her by not fucking her as hard as I want to fuck her. There's plenty of time for that later. Right now, I just want to love her.
I rise up and wrap my arms around her, holding her to my chest as she rides me. Each time she drops down, she circles her hips and then slides forward, making me growl. I pull her nipple into my mouth and toy with it as her nails dig into my shoulder blades, and my name leaves her lips in a breathless chant.
Her head falls back, her hair brushing my thighs as she takes her pleasure from me.
"Christ, you look like a goddess taking my cock," I growl, sliding one hand between us to thumb her clit. "You're riding it like you own it."
"I do own it," she groans.
"Fuck yeah, you do." I grin, unable to stop myself. She does own my dick. She owns every piece of me. "You're the only woman who will ever be wrapped around this dick. It's just for you."
"Oh God," she whimpers, her inner muscles clamping down on me.