Shoot The Moon (Scorpio Stinger MC Book 6)

by Jani Kay

I slid back down his length, slamming down hard on his balls.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. From the tip of your toes to the top of your head and everything in between.” His breathing laboured as he grunted, “Fucking love it.”

  “Hmmm,” I hummed, riding his cock slowly, my tits in his face. “So, you love my body.”

  “Sure do, baby.” His tone hardened as he gripped a fist full of my boob and squeezed hard, then sucked the nipple into his mouth, biting down while he slapped my ass, sending ripples of pleasure to my core. “Ride my fucking cock like you mean it.”

  Commanding.

  Demanding.

  Cocky as fuck.

  Quickening my pace, I gave him what he asked for. Using his shoulders for purchase, I dug my nails into his flesh and rode his cock like a bitch in heat, his hands on my hips helping me go faster and harder. My orgasm built higher and higher. I was ready to burst.

  “You ready to come?”

  “Hmmm,” I moaned, closing my eyes as my whole body tingled. I was on the edge, yet something held me back.

  “Come, baby. Come with me.” He wrapped his fingers around my neck and pulled my head closer to his so that I could feel his warm breath on my skin.

  “Open your eyes, Lexi. I want to see deep inside you.”

  Fluttering, my heavy lids opened slowly. The intensity of what I saw in his eyes blew me away.

  Unadulterated love.

  Unmistakeable desire.

  “I love you, Lexi.”

  My heartbeat sped up until it pounded in my ears and my head spun.

  “Your body.”

  He thrust harder, grunting like a feral animal.

  “Your mind.”

  Hot cum filled me, spilling down my thighs.

  “Your soul.”

  I spiralled out of control, my orgasm ripping through me.

  “Every-fucking-thing.”

  “Oh God, I love you, too. So, so, so fucking much,” I whimpered.

  My body tingled. My heart sang. My soul danced.

  This is love. This is true happiness.

  *****

  Back in our room, Razor made good on his promises. He kicked the door closed with one foot while unzipping the back of my dress. He peeled it off my body, letting it fall to the floor in a frothy puddle.

  “As gorgeous as you are in this dress, I couldn’t wait to get it off you.”

  “Mission accomplished,” I said as I stepped out of it and kicked it to the side.

  I wouldn’t be needing it again in my lifetime. Pity. It was exactly what I wanted and I couldn’t believe my luck when I’d found it tucked in the back of a boutique store. It was covered in a plastic bag and I wouldn’t have noticed it if it weren’t for the black satin trimming edged around the dress that peeked cheekily out from the bottom. Black on a wedding dress was exactly up my ally.

  The sales lady informed me that the dress wasn’t for sale, but once I’d convinced her to let me just look at the dress to satisfy my curiosity, I couldn’t pass up on it.

  I’d turned on all my charm to sweet talk her into letting me try it on. It was as if the dress were made for me, showing off my curves in all the right places.

  “However much you want for this dress, I’ll double the price,” I’d said, holding my breath. Even if it would’ve taken a year’s wages to pay off my credit card, I had to have it.

  “The dress isn’t for sale because it’s an experiment. It’s not perfect. I need to fix a few things on it.”

  “You made it?” I’d said, my mouth hanging open. “It’s beautiful exactly as it is.”

  “I’m studying fashion design and I had this wild idea to add black to the dress. I had to hand sew some of the parts and that’s why it isn’t quite finished yet. I can’t sell it to you.”

  “Yeah, you can.” I turned so that I could inspect my ass in the dress. “It’s perfect for me.” I placed my hand on her arm. “Listen, Tracy, I don’t do traditional and I feared that I wouldn’t find anything close to what I liked. I never expected to find a dress I’d fall in love with. Please. I must have this dress.”

  Tracy was quiet for a long time. Sweat broke out on my brow and I chewed my lip while waiting for her answer.

  “Tell you what. You can use it for your ceremony, then if you’re prepared to pay for the dry cleaning, I’ll only charge you a rental fee if you return it.”

  “Seriously? You’d do that for me?”

  “There is a catch.”

  I sucked in a breath and held it. The rental was probably way more than I made in a decade. But I wasn’t going to give up hope yet.

  “You’re the perfect model for my dress. I can’t believe how well it fits you. You have to agree to having pictures taken wearing the dress for my portfolio.”

  I waited for her to continue talking.

  “Do we have a deal?”

  “That’s it?” I gasped.

  “I’m hoping to win an award with it and be top of my class. I couldn’t have found a better model if I paid a top model, so you’d be doing me a favour.”

  Razor lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed. He threw me down and stripped off his suit, grinning wider the more naked he got.

  He crawled over me and kissed me. I loved when we were skin to skin.

  “This is perfect,” I whispered.

  “You’re perfect. I love you Alexis Malone.”

  *** THE END ***