Tar chuckled. “Not right now,” all humor left him, “I have other plans for you.”
Naked and aroused, he was sexy-sin personified. The threat of so much more sent her clit into overdrive. Holy shit. She was going to come. His sly grin told her he was aware of it, too. Fucker. Keeley ran her fingernails along the over-sensitized tips above the metal, causing a long hiss between her teeth. Tar towered behind her looking down her body. His searing gaze licked a trail of fire from her nipples to her clitoris. The hot head of cock shoving into the small of her back. Oh hell, he was dripping pre-cum, she registered at the wetness left behind when he eased his hips back. Anticipation was ratcheting higher as he traced his lower lip with his tongue. She matched the motion, pleading for him to fuck her with that skilled muscle. He repeated the action and she saw it, the stud running through and reflecting the light. “You pierced your tongue for me?”
He nodded while tracing around her belly button ring. “Be a good girl and I’ll kiss you with it.”
Um…Her sharp intake of breath told him just how good she planned on being. He drew along the thorns of the rose on her hip pointing him to the treasure. She continued to torment herself by taking her nipples to a level of sweet agony as he spread her wide with his fingers. His rapt fascination was fixed on her throbbing clit. “Does it pulsate for me?”
“God yes,” she rasped, “only you.” Absolute truth. Tar weaved something over her that no other man could manage. Her head tilted to one side. What was it?
“Your heart beats just for me, like mine does for you,” he growled, flicking his hips forward. His other hand was digging into the flesh at her hip, holding her steady as he teased the seam of her ass with his dick. His fingers exposing her most secretive spot began to tap in rhythm with her pulse. Her engorged nub drumming in double-time. “Don’t you dare come,” he grit out with another jab to her ass. She whimpered and bit her lip, seeking control of her body. “Your pussy is so beautiful. See how it cries for me.” Her gaze darted past his tantalizing fingers to see her juices along the inside of her thigh. Tar pinched her clit and held it firm, scraping the tip of his nail along it. Her growl told him she was on the edge. He released her and repeated the action harder. “Watch yourself break apart for me,” he commanded.
Keeley’s orgasm swept over her as she fought the urge to close her eyes. Seeing herself with Tar’s gaze fixed on her was overwhelming. There was unadulterated male pride mixed in perfectly with love and adoration. For her. The sight stole her breath. He leaned his body against hers and whispered, “I’ve got you, Keeley. Always.” He did. He really did. But the feelings of unworthiness began to seep in and steal it away. Tar noticed the deep V between her eyes. Oh, fuck no! That motherfucker wasn’t taking her from him. He reached and turned her face to his, capturing her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. Telling her with each slide of his tongue: You. Belong. To. Me.
Keeley sucked on that stud tickling and enticing her. She needed it on her pussy. But more than that, she needed Tar buried balls deep inside her. “Fuck me,” she growled inside his mouth.
He released her jaw and, with the flat of his palm, pushed her down between the shoulder blades. “Hands on the mirror,” he commanded and pulled her hips to the edge, greeting her sweet pussy with his granite hard cock. Without pause, he tugged her onto him and thrust furiously. His gaze on his dick moving in and out of her with brutal precision. He stuck his thumb in her ass and ordered, “Finger your clit.”
The sensations were building and Keeley couldn’t hang on. “I’m going to come.”
Tar’s jaw was clenched tight as he managed, “Fucking do it.”
Keeley screamed his name out as she did. He was right there with her, emptying himself completely on a growled, “Mine.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
After their sex-capade Keeley made her decision, she would tell Tar everything and hope he didn’t run for the hills. Considering where they were, the mountains was most likely the preferred choice. Still, her stomach was in knots as she nuzzled into him, drawing the scent of sandalwood and sex so deep it left an imprint on her soul. The thought this might be her last night in his arms made her desperate to crawl inside him and never leave.
Tar couldn’t quite put his finger on what had changed in Keeley, but he felt it all the way to his marrow. He pulled her closer, not wanting to ever let go, for fear this was his last night to hold her in his arms. God he hoped, prayed, that wasn’t the case. Unable to sleep for any long period of time, he found himself running on the treadmill, trying to figure out a plan B. Anxiety dug at his gut, the excavator was determined to continue its mission until he upchucked. Enough of this worrying bullshit, he decided he’d wake the sleeping beauty and talk. Communication was key, that was what all the experts said. On his way out, he received an urgent text.