by Bella J
I placed her down 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 as I continued to thrust in and out of her. Seeing my cock disappear inside her, hearing her moans echo around my apartment as I hit that one spot that drove her wild had 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’ while her tits bounced up and down as I piston in and out of her.
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 started to shake.
“Oh God, Lorik.” Her hips started to move uncontrollably. “Faster, please.”
Who am I to deny such a beauty?
So I fuck her harder, faster, rushing us both to the edge.
She lay down, her back flush against the counter, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her face as her body started to climb.
“Lorik, I’m going to come.”
“Come, baby. I want to feel this pretty pussy of yours grip my cock while you come. And you better fucking scream for me.”
I pushed my thumb harder against her, and then witnessed her shatter into fucking pieces.
“Oh God,” she cried out, arching her back. Her body was wound tight and trembling uncontrollably as she climaxed, her cum gushing down my thighs. That’s when I felt the pressure building inside me, shooting up my spine, ricocheting down to my core. My balls tightened and the pleasure ripped through my entire fucking body.
Pulling out has never been this difficult, but I do it and grab my cock, stroking hard and fast before pulsing the white ribbons of my release onto her stomach. A groan echoed from the back of my throat, and my legs weakened, threatening to give way beneath me. So I leaned forward, placing a hand on the counter as I waited for the last tremors of my orgasm to wrack through me. My mind was hazy and I couldn’t form a single coherent thought while I waited for the remnants of my pleasure to subside. I have never experienced something this intense with anyone in my entire fucking life.
Out of breath with sweat trickling down the sides of my face, I looked up at her. She looked so goddamn beautiful, her chest moving rapidly, both of us struggling to catch our breath. Sex was a damn good look on this woman.
When she opened her eyes and our gazes met, the words just came rolling out of my mouth. “We are definitely doing that again.”
Chapter 12
KARINA
“We are definitely not doing that again.”
I shimmied into my dress, pulling it up and over my hips before tucking my breasts underneath the stretchy black fabric.
Lorik zipped up his pants, a big-ass smirk on his face. “Oh, I know for a fact we are doing that again.”
“No way. I told you, just once, and you agreed.”
“Yeah, well, that was before.”
He didn’t bother buttoning up his pants, the trail of dark hair disappearing behind the zipper of his jeans. Ugh, that ‘V’. Those prominent, sexy as hell clefts were beckoning me to spread my legs—again. Can someone say ‘slut?’
I shook my head, trying to get rid of the lust-induced fog. “Before what?”
He strolled toward me, confidence oozing out of him like venom, poison that I knew was fucking lethal—for me anyway.
“Before I knew how fucking amazing it would feel to be buried so deep inside your pussy, having your walls close in around me as you squeeze my cock for every ounce of your pleasure.”
Oh come on! Dirty talk? I’m a damn sucker for dirty talk.
I swallowed hard as he stepped right up to me, his eyes studying my face while that very familiar electricity started to crackle between us. It’s insane how whenever we were around each other the air was laden with sexual tension. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop myself from wanting him again. The way my body felt under his touch, the way he managed to set my insides on fire just by breathing against my skin was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. When he pushed his cock inside me earlier I stopped breathing. With a single thrust he managed to hit the one spot that made every muscle inside my body tense up. I had to take a moment to allow my body to adjust to him, to let the intensity of feeling him so deep inside me, stretching me to the limit gradually spread through my core. It just felt too damn powerful.
He reached up and tucked a curl behind my ear, sending a wave of the most amazing chills down my spine. “Admit it, princess. You want it to happen again just as much as I do,”—he cocked a brow—“or more.”
If he wasn’t so damn hot, and the best lay I ever had, his arrogance would have been so unattractive. But unfortunately he was both of those things, which was why I’m currently clenching my thighs—again…while still feeling the traces of my very recent, mind shattering orgasm between my legs.
“Don’t call me princess.”
“Oh that’s right. You have a thing for people thinking you’re a princess.”
I crossed my arms defensively in front of my chest. “A thing? What are you, twelve?”
“Did I feel twelve when I pushed my cock inside you, when you told me I was big?” He slanted his head to the side, his inky black hair a complete mess—yet damn perfect.
I cleared my throat uncomfortably, trying to ignore the sensual pull between us. Thinking about what it felt like, being impaled by his huge cock had my heart jackhammering inside my chest, and my body aching for more—which was a bad thing. It was so damn wrong wanting more of him, wanting to feel him inside me again, but by God I couldn’t stop the desire from pooling between my legs as I stood there looking at him, wishing he would grab me, bend me over and do with me whatever the hell he wanted to.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
Lorik lifted an arm, and my torn underwear hung from his finger. “You need this?”
“Well since you tore it to shreds, no.”
He winked at me. “Good.” He tucked the black panties in his pants pocket.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m keeping them.”
“Why?”
He moved forward and towered over me. “I’m keeping them ‘til next time.”
“Lorik,” I lightly pushed against his chest, “there’s not going to be a next time.”
His lips curved into a grin. “We’ll see.” Those dark eyes of his glanced down at my mouth, and he licked his lips like he was dying to taste me again. I’m dying to taste him again. It hasn’t even been fifteen minutes since he fucked me into the most intense orgasm I have ever had and I’m already craving more.
He stepped closer, and I knew I should step back, move away from this man—but I don’t. I can’t. His gaze has me pinned right there on the spot, and I’m unable to tear myself away from him. Why? Because I don’t want to.
With a leisurely stroke he moved his hand up my side, over the swell of my breast, and I’m still just standing there, not even attempting to move. His gaze followed the movement of his hand while his fingertip circled my nipple, and all I could do was stare at his face, watch as his hunger for me intensified with every passing second.
He looked up at me, and the second our eyes meet something incredibly intense passes between us—a startling yet amazing moment that causes my heart to flutter inside my chest and my core to tighten.
What the fuck is happening?
Lorik reached up, grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my throat. The second I felt his warm lips and wet tongue against my skin, kissing up my throat, I whimpered. My body started to demand more. There was no way I could control it, the need that he so expertly stirred in me. It’s no use pretending like this man didn’t have some kind of hold over my body and my mind. Every touch, every kiss, every moment with him was deep, passionate, and extremely dangerous. The way I felt around him had me scared and excite
d at the same time. Scared because he was making me feel things I had no business feeling. Excited because holy shit, it was wild and reckless and everything I craved. With his lips kissing up and down my neck, his warm breath dancing across my skin I couldn’t care less that I was breaking another damn rule. I was the daughter of a notorious Mafia Boss. He was the cop with a huge sign around his neck saying, ‘forbidden in every goddamn way.’ He was out to destroy my father, to bring down our family, yet here I was allowing him to kiss me after he had already fucked me within an inch of my life.
He licked against the skin of my throat, and I grab ahold of his shoulders to keep myself from falling into a puddle of lust. Everything he did—the way he touched me, kissed me, the way he moved against me felt like he had already taken ownership of me, and I’ve given it to him—willingly.
Right now it didn’t feel like I had a choice since my body’s desire for him was far stronger than my need to fight him. In fact, I didn’t want to fight him…unless he asked me to, in the sexiest goddamn way possible.
“You smell so good,” he whispered while he traced his nose up the side of my neck, his grip tightening behind my neck. He moved his mouth up the side of my jaw until his lips were hovering over mine. “But you taste even better.” He took my mouth with his and I expected him to kiss me hard, to ravish my mouth—but he didn’t. Instead his lips gently moved against mine, our tongues gently lapping against one another. I could feel his warm breath against my lips and still smelled a hint of the alcohol he had earlier. All the while he continued to tease me, gradually coaxing me into surrender, leaving me without the strength to fight it.
His wild spice scent wafted over me, and mixed with the smell of sex that was swirling around us, it was fucking intoxicating. My body was no longer mine—it was his. He had already claimed it, and he was about to claim it again. Within the span of a few hours he had become like a drug to me, like cocaine, and all I wanted to do was get high on him over and over and over again.
But I can’t. This had already gone too far.
“Lorik.” I tried to pull back, but he tightened his grip behind my neck. “We can’t,” I whispered, but my voice lacked conviction. The need inside me was too strong. It was overthrowing every rational thought, weakening my resolve to stop this from going any further. It felt too good…he felt too damn good.
“Yes we can, Princess.” His tongue traced the outline of my lips while his other hand moved up the inside of my thigh. “Don’t fool yourself by thinking this was only a one time deal. We are going to fuck again. Do you know why, Karina?”
I closed my eyes as his lips moved from mine, up my jaw.
“Why?”
He pressed his lips against my ear. “Because your pussy was made for me.” He slid a finger between my legs finding my entrance, and I moaned, my legs weakening. I could feel his mouth curve into a smile against my cheek.
“You see, Karina? I fucked you less than an hour ago and you’re already soaking wet for me again.” He pushed a finger inside me, and I tightened my grip on his shoulders, spreading my legs wider. “Tell me you don’t want to feel my cock inside you again.” He continued to work his finger in and out of me. “Tell me you don’t want to have me inside you while you come.”
“Lorik.” I breathe, and moaned when he pulled his finger out of me. Chills wracked through my body when I heard the sound of his zipper. God—the anticipation and desire threatened to incinerate me into nothing but ash. My body craved to be completely consumed by him, to belong to him just one more time. Right now I was pretty sure my body would be able to survive on his touch alone—screw water and fuck food when you could have Lorik for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
He grabbed my waist, pulled me hard against him, and jerked my leg up. His eyes locked on mine while he reached between us, hunger swirling around his dark irises.
“Tell me to stop, and I will.”
The tip of his cock slipped through my slit, and I couldn’t stop myself from moving my hips in search of more.
He dragged his cock all the way to my entrance. “Or you can tell me to fuck you.”
“Lorik, please.”
“Which will it be…princess?”
Oh how he mocks me.
“Tell me what you want.” He moved his hips, pushing the head of his cock inside me, and all my resolve, the slither of resistance I probably never even had to begin with shattered.
“Oh God.” I threw my head back, and gave in. “Fuck me.”
“Good choice.” With a hard thrust he penetrated me, pushing so damn deep my body started to shake. It’s not as painful as it was the first time. It’s like my body recognizes him and immediately adjusts to his size, welcoming him inside me. He pulls out, then slams back into me, my spine nothing but chills of sensation. The more he moves inside me, the weaker I get. The one leg holding me up threatens to give way, and I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Lorik, I can’t stay up.”
“I got you, baby.” He wrapped his arms around me, hoisted me up and carried me down the hall. His cock was buried to the hilt inside me when we dropped onto his bed, and I welcomed the soft sheets against my back. The feel of his hard body on top of mine sent me into a flurry of lust and desire as I welcomed him between my legs.
With his expert hands he cupped my breast and pinched my nipple between his fingers. I arch my back and cry out as the pleasure blasts through every inch of my body. It left nothing untouched. There wasn’t a single part of me that wasn’t on fire right now.
“I told you this would happen again.” He takes my nipple into his mouth, his tongue lapping against my flesh. “Nothing that feels this fucking good can only happen once.”
I raked my nails down his back, and his moan vibrated against my breast. My womb, my core, my fucking mind screamed for release, and I moved my hips taking him deeper.
My nipple slipped out of his mouth with a pop. “Fuck!” He grabbed my hip and pushed down, making it impossible for me to move. “You need to keep still.”
“I can’t.” I try to move again, but he only gripped my hip harder.
“Karina. Fuck!”
“I need you deeper, please.”
“Goddammit.” He pulled out, sits up and grabs my other hip before he flings me around onto my stomach. “Get on your fucking knees.” And I do without any hesitation. I’m too far gone and I’ve already lost every shred of control I had.
He slapped his palms against my ass cheeks, and spread me wide open. “You want me deeper?”
“Yes.”
Without warning he slams into me, the pain and pleasure shooting up my spine.
“Oh, God.”
With relentless thrusts he pounds into me, pushing me forward until I can no longer keep myself up. My cheek is plastered to the sheets, and he wrapped his arm around my waist until his finger found the one spot that guarantees to throw me over the edge.
“You like that? You like feeling me deep inside you?”
Moaning out loud was the only answer I could give him because my body was already climbing toward its release.
He leaned over my back and cupped my breast in his palm while his other hand continues its onslaught between my legs. With every thrust he goes harder, deeper, until I can feel my walls closing in around him.
“God, Karina. You’re close. I can feel it.”
With a few fast and hard flicks of his finger, I splintered into a million pieces. The climax that tears through me crashes against every bone of my body, and I cry out, unable to keep it all contained. It’s too much, too powerful, causing me to convulse from the pressure.
“Holy shit,” he muttered behind me. “It feels too fucking good.”
The more he pounds into me, the longer my orgasm lingers, threatening to break me in fucking half. Soon he starts to chase his own release as he straightened behind me. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, the sound of our bodies slapping together resonated around us.
“
Fuck me, this is fucking insane!” He grits out, slapping my ass hard, and loses all control as he starts to ride me so damn hard and fast, it feels like he’s about to rip me in two.
Finally he pulled out and the warmth of his climax pulsed onto my back. We both collapsed onto the mattress, completely spent. I don’t have an ounce of energy left, and judging by his ragged breathing, neither does he. It takes me a good few minutes before I’m able to open my eyes and look at him lying beside me on his back, his arm over his face.
What happened to just once? The one and only rule I made we managed to break within the span of an hour.
He lifted his arm from his face and looks at me. “You okay?”
“No.”
“Liar.” He looks up at the ceiling, and I sit up on my arms.
“I’m not okay, Lorik. This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
He snorted. “Which one? The first fuck, or the second one?”
I slapped him against his chest. “It’s not funny.”
“Oh come on.” He turned on his side, his dark eyes filled with mischief. “We’re just having fun. Just go with it.”
“It’s not that simple.” I move and get off the bed, taking the sheet and wrapping it around me.
“Why, because you’re the daughter of a Mafia Boss and I’m a cop?”
I pulled my hand through my hair as I started to pace up and down his room, clutching the sheet between my fingers. “You say that like it’s no big deal.”
He sits up. “So you are the daughter of a mafia boss?”
I pause and glare at him. “Don’t. Don’t you dare.”
“What?”
“You’re doing that whole reverse psychology thing on me, trying to get me to admit that my father is a criminal.”
His dark eyebrows slant inward. “Is he?”
“Lorik!”
“Okay, okay.” He got up and walked around the bed toward me. “Let’s be straight, okay. I know who your father is and what he does. I’ve been investigating your family for years.”