and sizzled with electric anticipation. Onlookers outside the see-through curtains had stopped their quiet conversations, drinks forgotten, as they watched. No longer aware or not giving a damn, Bianca was lost in the moment as she writhed against him in time with his fast fingers.
“Say it.”
She tensed in his arms, her spine bowing. “I’m yours,” she shouted as her orgasm washed over his fingers and then she melted back against him.
Scooping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed, he marveled at the extent of her trust in him, even after everything that had happened; it overwhelmed him.
This was love. She may still be fighting it, but he’d given in months ago. He’d never been good with words or feelings or anything resembling something that would happen in a chick flick, but if he had to bare his soul to her to get her to understand that he wasn’t going anywhere—ever—then he’d figure out a way to do it.
That would be later. Now, he was going to show her.
* * *
Bianca
Surfacing after an orgasm that had turned her to melted butter, Bianca blinked her eyes open and stretched out on the bed, the cream sheets soft under her back. A languid satisfaction filled her, but didn’t dispose the deep yearning for Taz thrumming through her.
He stood at the end of the bed, watching her, as he slowly stroked his hard cock. The sight sent a thrill flashing through her, soaking her pussy and setting off a tingle that extended from her clit to the rest of her body. The wanting was almost as good as the orgasm itself—almost. He was a very talented man with magical fingers—not to mention the rest of him.
“I like the looks of that,” she said, rolling over and crawling toward him.
He put a hard grip on his dick as he stroked toward the swollen head, squeezing out a fat drop of pre-cum. “Ready for more?”
She stopped at the edge of the bed and glanced up at him through her thick lashes. “You have no idea.” Keeping her gaze locked on his handsome face, tight with need, she licked up the drop with the tip of her tongue.
He inhaled a sharp breath as she swallowed his cock, letting him fill her mouth. Flicking her tongue around his girth as she pressed forward and pulled back, she relished the blissfully tortured groans he made and the nonsensical encouragement falling from his lips. She didn’t have anything to rub against, but couldn’t help but rotate her hips in time with her mouth’s actions. God, nothing got her as hot as sucking this man’s cock and giving him the same near-blinding pleasure he lavished on her.
Balancing on her knees, she reached around behind him, sank her fingernails into the muscular curve of his ass and pulled him forward until his balls hit her chin. The crown tittered, but she had little use for them. They could watch. She didn’t care.
This wasn’t about the gawkers. This was about her and Taz. It always had been. Ever since the moment she’d walked into Devil’s Dip Gym, they’d been on a crash course to each other. Finding him that night at the Bisu Manor orgy during her search for Gidget had only pushed them together faster. The speed of it all scared her then. It still scared her. And when Tamara had shown up, she was the physical manifestation of Bianca’s fears of once again being left heartbroken and alone.
Flicking her gaze up to Taz’s face as she sucked him deep, she took in the strained line of his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw and the absolute devotion in his eyes. Her heartbeat tripped.
He’d needed her to declare publicly she was his, but that was only because he was already hers. Whether they knew the names of each other’s childhood imaginary friends or their favorite kind of eggs, it didn’t matter. It was just information that would come out eventually during the course of a lifetime spent together. It may have taken her almost the entire day since Tamara showed up to come to the heart of it, but her natural stubbornness
“Say it.”
She tensed in his arms, her spine bowing. “I’m yours,” she shouted as her orgasm washed over his fingers and then she melted back against him.
Scooping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed, he marveled at the extent of her trust in him, even after everything that had happened; it overwhelmed him.
This was love. She may still be fighting it, but he’d given in months ago. He’d never been good with words or feelings or anything resembling something that would happen in a chick flick, but if he had to bare his soul to her to get her to understand that he wasn’t going anywhere—ever—then he’d figure out a way to do it.
That would be later. Now, he was going to show her.
* * *
Bianca
Surfacing after an orgasm that had turned her to melted butter, Bianca blinked her eyes open and stretched out on the bed, the cream sheets soft under her back. A languid satisfaction filled her, but didn’t dispose the deep yearning for Taz thrumming through her.
He stood at the end of the bed, watching her, as he slowly stroked his hard cock. The sight sent a thrill flashing through her, soaking her pussy and setting off a tingle that extended from her clit to the rest of her body. The wanting was almost as good as the orgasm itself—almost. He was a very talented man with magical fingers—not to mention the rest of him.
“I like the looks of that,” she said, rolling over and crawling toward him.
He put a hard grip on his dick as he stroked toward the swollen head, squeezing out a fat drop of pre-cum. “Ready for more?”
She stopped at the edge of the bed and glanced up at him through her thick lashes. “You have no idea.” Keeping her gaze locked on his handsome face, tight with need, she licked up the drop with the tip of her tongue.
He inhaled a sharp breath as she swallowed his cock, letting him fill her mouth. Flicking her tongue around his girth as she pressed forward and pulled back, she relished the blissfully tortured groans he made and the nonsensical encouragement falling from his lips. She didn’t have anything to rub against, but couldn’t help but rotate her hips in time with her mouth’s actions. God, nothing got her as hot as sucking this man’s cock and giving him the same near-blinding pleasure he lavished on her.
Balancing on her knees, she reached around behind him, sank her fingernails into the muscular curve of his ass and pulled him forward until his balls hit her chin. The crown tittered, but she had little use for them. They could watch. She didn’t care.
This wasn’t about the gawkers. This was about her and Taz. It always had been. Ever since the moment she’d walked into Devil’s Dip Gym, they’d been on a crash course to each other. Finding him that night at the Bisu Manor orgy during her search for Gidget had only pushed them together faster. The speed of it all scared her then. It still scared her. And when Tamara had shown up, she was the physical manifestation of Bianca’s fears of once again being left heartbroken and alone.
Flicking her gaze up to Taz’s face as she sucked him deep, she took in the strained line of his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw and the absolute devotion in his eyes. Her heartbeat tripped.
He’d needed her to declare publicly she was his, but that was only because he was already hers. Whether they knew the names of each other’s childhood imaginary friends or their favorite kind of eggs, it didn’t matter. It was just information that would come out eventually during the course of a lifetime spent together. It may have taken her almost the entire day since Tamara showed up to come to the heart of it, but her natural stubbornness
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