by Bella J.
What the hell was I thinking? Oh, right…I wasn’t. My raging hard-on had completely ruined my ability to think like a fucking adult. All I could think about was giving my cock what it wanted. Her.
She had read my message. Her little face icon was there right next to my message. But she didn’t reply—which was probably for the best.
For whom? my dick would ask.
For everyone, you fucking huge piece of flesh that has the tendency to make me act like a fucking caveman!
Oh, my God, I was losing my mind.
I gulped down my entire beer and slammed it on the counter, the frustration getting the better of me. Even though there were a hundred reasons for me to stay the hell away from her, to forget her, I only had one reason not to…because I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to stay away from her. I didn’t want to forget about her.
And even after seeing the threat in Enzio’s face, I still didn’t give a fuck. Why did it feel like I would happily go through the devil if it meant I could have her? That thought alone was proof enough that I was insane.
I glanced at my watch and saw it was almost one a.m. I let out a breath, trying to push the images of her out of my head, then glanced down the hall, thinking tonight might be a good night to try to sleep in my bed for a change.
Just as I started toward the bedroom, there was a faint knock on the door. My heart and my cock reacted simultaneously. My heart, because who would be knocking on my door at one in the morning? And my cock, because…it might be her.
I walked slowly to the door, my instincts sending me into automatic stealth mode, thinking this might be the threat Enzio promised by staring at me with his freaky fucking eyes. The best part? I didn’t even have my gun. That son of a bitch commander asshole took my gun and badge, and now all I had to defend myself with were my fast-flying fists, hard as fuck thighs, and my boyish good looks. Super.
I braced my hands on both sides of the door and leaned forward to look through the peephole, my heart jackhammering like crazy inside my chest.
Motherfucker.
I flicked the latch and unlocked the door, flinging it open. “Karina?”
She glanced up, her clothes and hair dripping wet. It looked like she decided to take a hike in the goddamn rain. But, by God, she never looked hotter.
“Lorik.” With pleading eyes, she stared at me, and the animal in me reacted.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her inside before slamming the door shut and pinning her against it. Dark, deep-set eyes stared up at me, and I saw the hunger swirl around in those chocolate irises. They were the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, and it made me want to lose all control.
“What are you doing here?”
“You invited me.”
“You didn’t reply to my message. I didn’t think you’d come.” My gaze flitted from her eyes to her mouth, her lips glistening with temptation.
“I wasn’t planning on coming.”
“What changed your mind?”
She lifted her chin, and our gazes locked. “I decided I wanted to finish what we started.” And that was the moment I lost control, slamming my lips onto hers.
The second our mouths collided, we moaned in unison as electricity shot between us like lightning bolts of desire and passion. Her lips were cold, yet her mouth warm, tasting like mint and tequila. I had no idea what was happening; all I knew was I didn’t want it to stop.
When she wrapped her arms around my neck, weaving her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer to deepen our kiss, I fucking lost it. My hands started to go everywhere—her sides, her ass, her thighs—like I couldn’t touch all of her fast enough. Her clothes and her skin were soaking wet from the rain, but it felt fucking amazing to finally touch her like I wanted to touch her.
I kissed down the side of her neck, loving the way she smelled. Her vanilla and honey scent was sweet and so damn tantalizing, I could have gotten high on her smell alone.
“Lorik, this—”
“Unless you’re about to tell me to rip your clothes off, I suggest you shut the hell up.”
“I’m serious.”
I ignored her by letting my lips travel down over her naked shoulder. Thank fuck for strapless dresses.
Every inch, every curve of this woman felt like it was carved out of perfection. If perfection could have been bottled, I would have shoved her in a vial and kept her on my bedside table. God, I’m pathetic.
“Lorik, listen to me. Only once, okay? This can only happen once.”
I paused, my tongue plastered against her collarbone. I lifted my head and looked at her. “Only once?”
“Yeah. You know as well as I do this can’t even happen once, but…”
“But you want me as much as I want you.”
Her eyes darkened, and she whispered, “I want you more.”
Jesus Christ.
That tight little black dress she was wearing was no match for my lust-induced strength. With one hard tug, I pulled it down, her full, supple breasts grabbing all my attention within a split second.
“Fuck me.”
“See something you like, Detective?” I could hear the damn smile on her face.
I glanced up, then down at her breasts, her perky nipples teasing me, daring me to suck them until they were swollen.
“Like is an understatement, Miss Valenti.”
She pressed her hands against my chest and forced me two steps back. My body hated the distance, and my cock was on the verge of throwing a temper tantrum. But then she placed her hands on her curvy hips, her gaze never leaving mine, and started to shimmy out of the dress—slowly. So damn slowly.
All I could do was watch…and try to remember I needed to breathe, even though I was sure my body didn’t need air right now. It needed to be all over that body of hers—against it, on top of it…inside it.
“Only this once, Detective.”
I shook my head. “I can’t make any promises.”
“Say it.” She continued to move the dress down over her hips and thighs. “Say it, Detective.”
“Like I said, I can’t make any promises.”
“If you don’t, I’m afraid I’m going to have to stop right now.”
Fuck! “Okay, fine, just this once. But for the love of God, do not stop.”
The dress dropped to the floor and pooled around her feet. She straightened, and the sight alone brought me within seconds of coming in my pants like a loser.
“Karina…”
I couldn’t even finish the damn sentence. I just stood there staring at her wearing nothing but a black thong and stiletto heels. Every Playboy calendar picture ever printed couldn’t come close to the picture-perfect sight of Karina Valenti standing in front of me.
She placed her hands on her waist, pushing her hips out to the side. “Cat caught your tongue, Detective?”
I held out a finger. “Just…just give me a minute. I need to take a few mental pictures and tuck them away in a drawer somewhere.”
She chuckled, and the sound made my cock jolt.
“Okay. But while you take your minute, I’ll just go ahead and start without you.” She cupped her breasts in her palms, and I almost came right there. Her breasts were way too big for her tiny hands as she squeezed, fondled, and played with them like a fucking pro.
“It seems like you have a lot of experience doing that.”
She smiled seductively. “Is there something wrong with a woman knowing how to pleasure herself?” Her hand moved down her stomach until it disappeared under the thin fabric of her panties.
Holy fucking shit. Sweet mother of Mary. Fuck!
I placed my fist in my mouth and bit down—hard, trying my best not to embarrass myself by humping her fucking leg, because I wanted to fuck every goddamn part of her body. It was like my cock didn’t care which part he got, as long as he got something.
“How much more time do you need, Detective?” Her voice was all husky, soft and seductive, like she was almost halfway to a climax�
�without me.
Shit. “None.”
Those two steps between us were a thing of the past as I darted forward and grabbed both her breasts in my palms. She let out a moan that shot straight down my spine, crashing against my balls and causing me to thrust against her. My lips were on hers, claiming, taking, fucking her mouth like it belonged to no one but me. Right here, right now, all of her was mine. I was in sinner’s heaven, about to indulge in the decadence of lust and desires.
Peeling my lips from hers, I leaned down and took a hard nipple in my mouth, sucking that piece of flesh like my life depended on it. Around and around my tongue swirled, teasing and lapping, loving the sounds that rolled over her lips. Her moans sent a wave of undiluted lust crashing against every goddamn bone of my body, and I thrust against her. My cock was aching with the need to fuck, to stretch and fill her pussy, pounding into her until my name was nothing but a prayer on her lips.
I let go of her nipple with a pop, pulled my shirt over my head, and placed my hands on her hips before I jerked her around, pushing her front hard against the door.
“I want to make sure I savor every inch of you.” I traced my lips all the way down her spine, listening to her labored breaths. I licked her skin, loving the way she tasted, hyperaware of the way she trembled under my touch. In the far corners of my mind, I knew by doing this I was adding a shit load of complications to my life, but…I just didn’t give a fuck.
I crouched behind her and stared at the sexiest motherfucking booty I had ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. I didn’t know whether I wanted to fuck her ass…or worship it.
The strip of her thong disappeared through her ass cheeks, the little triangle of black fabric just above it teasing and taunting me. I wanted it gone.
I slipped my finger under the thin fabric. “Karina?”
“Yeah?”
“How attached are you to this thong?”
“Um—”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” With a twist of my finger, I easily tore through it. The little gasp she let out made me smile. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
Karina glanced down over her shoulder. “You’ve never torn a woman’s panties before?”
“Oh, I have, several times.”
“Then why did you say you’ve always wanted to do that?”
I straightened behind her, pushing my body flush against hers while I leaned closer to her ear. “Because it’s your panties I’ve been dreaming about ripping to shreds.”
The whimper that rolled out of her mouth was like no aphrodisiac I had ever encountered. She bucked her hips, pushing hard against my cock, and I had to brace my arms against the door and close my eyes as both the ache and the pleasure slammed against my spine. The atmosphere around us was palpable, the sexual tension unmistakable. I didn’t think I’d ever had this with any woman before, where I felt like I had no control. Someone could have put a gun to my head right now, and I still wouldn’t be able to stop.
Unable to handle the torture any longer, I reached down, unzipped my pants, and freed my cock, squeezing to get some relief before I started to stroke it up and down her ass cheeks. The more I traced the head of my cock against her ass, the more her hips moved, like she was searching for it, begging me to fuck her. Good God, knowing her pussy craved to be filled by me was euphoric.
I bent my knees and watched as I pushed my dick between her legs, moving it against her wet flesh.
“Fuck, Lorik.” She moved her hips again, spreading her legs wider. “You’re teasing me.”
“No.” I reared back before pushing forward again. “I’m just trying to hold on to this feeling for as long as possible, because I know once I take you, it’s going to be over much quicker than I want it to be.”
My cock was soaking wet with her arousal, and every time I glided past her entrance, I nudged just a little, letting her think I was about to give her what her body needed. But then I didn’t. Her moans and gasps were music to my fucking ears.
I licked her naked shoulder all the way up to her ear. “Turn around, princess.”
My cock slipped out from between her legs as she turned to face me. Even though screwing her from behind was so damn tempting, I wanted to see her face while I took her. I wanted to witness every expression as I fucked pleasure into her perfect little body.
Her eyes were hooded as she stared at me from under her dark lashes. Her cheeks were flushed, the ideal shade of pink, and her dark curls were one giant mess of perfection.
I kissed her hard and palmed her tits in my hands. We were all hands, and tongues, and sweat, and lust. It was a fucking frenzy—pun very much intended.
I moved my hands down and around her hips, pulling her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist. The warmth of her body against mine and the soft feel of her skin were even better than I imagined. Nothing could have prepared me for how perfect it would feel, having her in this way.
See, I might have been an asshole at times, but I had always been a careful asshole—when it came to pussy, anyway. Whenever I was about to go balls deep in pussy, I made sure my dick was wrapped, which was why I had a condom in my wallet at all times. One never knew when an opportunity would arise.
But as I was about to finally get what I desired above all else, I had the overwhelming urge to feel her…to really feel her, skin on skin. I didn’t want anything separating us. I didn’t want anything to keep me from experiencing this woman to the fullest. I wanted everything she had to offer, without hesitation or barriers.
“Karina?” I whispered against her lips.
“Hmm?”
“Are you on the pill?”
“Yes.”
“Can I fuck you bare?” My cock was already nudging against her entrance.
She moaned against my lips. “Oh, God, yes.”
And then I thrust forward, sinking deep inside her. She cried out, and I moaned when I felt her slick heat wrap around every inch of me, feeling all of her with nothing separating us. It was the most intense pleasure I had ever felt having her tight walls squeeze around me, triggering the strongest need to plunge into her relentlessly, wanting to experience so much more.
“Lorik,” she said, her voice barely a whisper, “you’re really big.”
I stilled. “Am I hurting you?”
“A little.”
“Should I—”
“God, no. Just…I’m the one who needs a minute now.”
“Jesus.” I buried my face between her neck and shoulder, her arms tightening around my neck. “You feel so fucking good, Karina.”
I didn’t move. I kept still inside her, waiting for her to adjust while her body stretched to accommodate me. But not being able to move was a kind of torture I had never felt before, and I was pretty sure my cock went on a cursing spree. Every part of my body was screaming, aching with the need to fuck her.
Karina moved her hips an inch, and I reared back before pushing forward again, burying myself inside her to the fucking hilt.
She moaned, her hot breath skidding across my neck as her hips moved in rhythm to mine. Within seconds, I started moving like a goddamn piston as I fucked her against the door. The tighter her arms wrapped around my neck, the louder she moaned into my ear. It was like we were both high, intoxicated by the overwhelming urge to consume one another. Our fucking turned into a wild rush, her nails clawing at the skin of my back while our heady moans and labored breaths slammed against my apartment walls.
I was sure the neighbors could hear us. Damn, I was sure the entire building could hear us. Did I care? Hell, no. While I was buried balls deep inside her, I didn’t care if the whole goddamn city heard us. All I cared about was feeling this woman come all around me, and then to find my own release deep between her legs.
“You have no idea how good it feels to be inside you.” I nipped the skin on her shoulder. “I could stay inside you forever, Karina.”
She pressed her nails deeper into my skin, and I was sure she drew blood.
Don’t care.
“I knew it would be good, but I didn’t think it would feel this amazing,” she whispered against my ear.
“Tell me, princess. Tell me what feels amazing.” I kept moving in and out of her.
“Your cock, the way you move inside me, claiming me. It’s better than I imagined.”
Holy fuck-balls. Her words pushed me to the edge, and I was close to blowing, but wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. There was still so much more I wanted to do to her.
I pulled her back away from the door and carried her over to the kitchen counter, my dick not leaving that beautiful pussy of hers for a second.
I sat her on the counter, and she pulled her arms from my neck, placing them behind her, leaning back. It gave me the perfect opportunity to look down and watch. Seeing my cock disappear inside her, hearing her moans echo around my apartment as I hit that one spot that drove her wild, skyrocketed this moment to the number one slot of the top ten most amazing experiences of my life.
She leaned her head back, her hair hanging down over her shoulders, her eyes closed, her mouth formed in the perfect ‘O.’ Her tits bounced up and down as I continued to fuck her, hard and deep. Sweat pooled at the back of my neck, and her skin glistened with perspiration. Her pussy was so damn slick, it welcomed my cock with every thrust.
With one hand, I reached up to palm her breast while the other dropped between us. The instant I touched her clit with my thumb, her entire body shook, and she spread her legs wide.
“Oh, God, Lorik.” Her hips moved uncontrollably. “Harder, please.”
Who am I to deny such a beauty?
I fucked her harder, faster, rushing us both to the edge.
She lay down, her back flat on the countertop, and then reached above her head to grab hold of the edges. I couldn’t take my eyes off her face as her body started to climb. Strands of dark hair were stuck against her cheeks, her head lolling to the side as she allowed the pleasure to consume her.
“Lorik, I’m going to come.”
“Let go, princess. I want to feel this pretty pussy grip my cock while you come. And you better scream for me.”
I pushed my thumb harder against her clit and witnessed her shatter into pieces as her orgasm started to possess her.