Inked: A Driven World Novel (The Driven World), стр. 21
Taking both my hands in only one of his, he drops his fingers, first to my breasts and then down to my clit. That extra pleasure mixed with him hitting so deep inside me sends me headfirst into another blissful release.
He groans out my name, the sound so erotic I immediately fall straight into my third orgasm before he twitches violently inside me.
His weight drops onto me as we both try to catch our breath.
“Wow.” He’s so breathless that the word is no more than a whisper.
“Yeah,” I agree.
“Again?” He doesn’t need to say it, I can feel his hardening cock already growing against me once more.
“I thought you’d never ask.” He barks out a laugh before rolling onto his back and taking me with him.
Chapter Eight
Corey
I stare up at her. Her once smooth and styled hair is a mess, her previously red lipstick is now smeared around her face, along with mine I would imagine, her chest heaves, and her nipples are pert and begging me to suck them into my mouth once again.
This woman is surprising me at every turn. I was shocked to receive her message earlier; it turned out to be warranted because she wasn’t the one to send it. And I wasn’t expecting her to react to me just like she did last night. I half expected her to dismiss my sudden appearance, but that’s the furthest from what happened.
I knew from the first moment I touched her that I couldn’t end tonight without getting inside her. I just had to hope she was having similar thoughts. But I never could have imagined this.
She trails her fingertips down my chest and onto my abs. My muscles bunch and twitch as she moves, my cock hardening even more against her pussy. Her heat burns, and I have to clench my teeth in an attempt to stop myself thrusting up into her bare.
It’s so fucking tempting to feel her skin on skin. But I can’t. I never, and I mean never, go bareback. I know all too well that the risk is too fucking high.
“There are more condoms in my jeans pocket.”
“You came out with a plan for me, huh?”
“I used to be a boy scout.” Her brows furrow. “Always be prepared.”
“Oh, right. Well, I’m grateful.” She climbs from my waist. I miss her weight immediately, but the sight of her arse as she walks to my discarded trousers and shoves her hand into the pocket makes up for it.
She spins on her tiptoes, holding the condom packet between two of her fingers and smiles at me. If I weren’t already lying down, it would knock me on my fucking arse. She’s so fucking beautiful. Her red hair hangs haphazardly around her shoulders, her curves are sinful, and her smile and eyes do shit to me they really shouldn’t.
No one needs to find their way into the darkness I hold in on a daily basis. I spend most of my time wishing I could escape it.
“So, tell me,” she starts, slowly moving toward me. “Just how prepared are you?”
“Well, enough to ensure you’re unable to walk in the morning.”
“I think you’d better order us some room service then, if we’re in for a long night.”
I stare at her, my chin dropped. Who is this woman and how was I lucky enough for her to fall into my lap last night?
“Uh…” I say as I roll towards the phone. “Bottle of wine?”
“On second thought.” She takes the phone before I get anywhere near it. “Hello, yes. Please could we get a bottle of Macallan.” If I thought I was shocked at her suggestion of room service, then I’m flabbergasted now. “Yeah, and do you do a smorgasbord of some sort?” She listens for a few seconds, allowing me to run my eyes over her. “Yeah, that’s great. Room 608. Just knock and leave it outside. Thank you.”
She places the phone back before turning her eyes on me. The hunger in them makes my cock twitch. Fucking hell, I’ve had nowhere near my fill yet.
Who is this woman? She seemed so shy, innocent even when I first met her last night, yet here she is, a red-headed vixen who’s rocking my fucking world.
“You think we’ve got time for another before it arrives?”
“Too fucking right, I do.” I hold my hand out for the condom, but she doesn’t hand it over. Her eyes flick down to my hard length and she licks her lips. “Be my guest.”
I sit myself up against the headboard so I can watch. She climbs onto the bed and sits across my thighs as she rips the packet open using her teeth and pulls the condom out. Her delicate fingers roll the rubber all the way down my length like a pro, and the gentle touch is enough to have me craving my next release like a fucking junkie.
Looking up at me through her lashes, she lifts up and guides me to her entrance.
We both groan as she sinks down on me until she’s fully seated.
I want to say that I’ve missed this feeling, but if I’m being honest with myself then I’m not sure it’s ever felt quite like this.
Her walls ripple around me before she sits up and places her hands on my shoulders to give her some leverage.
“Fuck,” I groan as she almost releases me before sinking back down. “Harlow, fuck.”
She keeps moving, both of us finding our rhythm. My hands roam up her thighs and clamp down on her hips to help move her. As she gets closer to her release, her head falls back and she arches, thrusting her tits towards me.
Releasing her hips, I take them in my hands, pinching her nipples between my fingers and making her moan in pleasure. The soft mewl is like music to my ears.
“Oh God.” Her hips circle, taking exactly what she needs