Rainy Days (The Knight Brothers Book 1)

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by C. M. Steele


  “Maybe, maybe not.” I didn’t mind playing with fire. A stinging hand came across my ass, and it burned so perfectly.

  “You’re mine, Charlotte. You always have been. You don’t show men what belongs to me. Do you understand?” he grunted, nipping my ear before moving to my pulse. I whimpered and moaned, unable to concentrate on anything other than his mouth and hands roaming over my skin. I shivered and pressed my ass to his bulge, rocking my hips. He bit my shoulder, stilling my movements for just a moment. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I sighed. My lips parted, and eyes closed, yearning for him. He spun me around quickly. My eyes darting to his. The energy and desire had never left. Even after three years, I lusted after my husband. “Ian, please.”

  “Please what, sweetheart?” he challenged while he unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down.

  “Take me, Ian,” I begged, reaching between us and pulling his cock from his boxers, stroking it from base to tip. He grunted and growled, slamming his mouth on mine. Our tongues wrapped around each other, and I had the urge to wrap mine somewhere else. Ending our kiss, I sunk down onto my knees, stroking his cock before sucking the tip into my mouth.

  “Take me, sweetheart,” he moaned, tilting his head to look at me. I gazed up, showing my man what he does to me. With a grunt, he pulled me off his thick, long cock. He pinned me to the wall, thrusting deep inside me. We both released a deep sigh of relief and joy. He pumped to the rhythm of the rain hitting the stones, his hands gripping my ass as he fucked me. I tightened my legs around his waist and clenched my pussy. The more he made animalistic sounds as he pummeled my core, the wetter and closer I got to coming apart.

  “Fuck me, own me, Ian,” I cried out, pulsing inside, coming on his cock.

  He slammed into me a few more times before coming deep inside me. “Maybe we made another rainy-day baby.”

  “No, we did that during the last storm. Happy anniversary. Ian,” I revealed. His jaw dropped for a moment before his smile spread across his handsome face. He whispered his love over and over as he peppered kisses on my jaw. Tickling me with his scruffy face, I giggled losing my hold around his waist. He set me down on my feet, so I didn’t fall. “Surprise,” I added belatedly.

  “Damn, I really do love rainy days,” he whispered, kissing me once again.

  THE END

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