Lace and Bullets(83)

“So. Fucking. Sure.”

He chuckled and kissed her, mashing his mouth over hers and slicing through her lips to lap at her tongue.

As their tongues danced, distracting her from the need between her legs, he thrust, burying himself inside her in a single stroke. Oh, god! She knew he was big—his cock barely fit inside her mouth, and then only halfway. But inside her? Jesus.

She felt full and stretched and so damn good she could cry. Her eyes filled with tears and the blindfold snatched them up, whisking away the moisture before it could pour down her cheeks.

He pulled back and thrust again and she wrapped her legs around his back, digging her heels into his ass and forcing him deeper. She wanted him to rip her apart. He got the message, breaking their kiss to piston inside her again and again, slamming her down into the mattress, shaking the entire bed with his weight.

Over and over he fucked her, filling her up with every pump of his hips, ruining her for any other man. An orgasm built deep inside her and she moaned and whipped her head back and forth. All she needed was a little bit more.

With another thrust, Tate reached up and tore the blindfold from her eyes, pushing her hair off her face and holding her head still. “Open your eyes, Jess. I want to see you when you come.”

She blinked her eyes open and met his stare. The lust and love and admiration reflected in the dilated blue made her heart swell and her muscles clamp around his thick cock.

Everything she’d ever longed for was right there, giving her the world. A stray tear leaked out from the corner of her eye and he brushed it away with his thumb before angling his hips and thrusting again. The gentle caress sent her over and she came on a scream, keening into the air as the room turned to black and a sea of colors exploded across her vision. She didn’t need a blindfold in that moment—her orgasm did it for her.

As her body convulsed around him, Tate came, groaning and burying himself to the hilt as his hot, sticky seed filled her up. Over and over her muscles milked him, drawing out his orgasm as the last of hers ebbed away. A mix of his release and hers leaked from their union   and Jessica smiled.

It was the best sex of her life.

Reaching up with one hand, Tate untied the knot holding her to the headboard, and she lowered her arms to slide them over his head. He smiled back and rested his head on her shoulder as his cock softened inside her. She wanted to lay like that forever.

It might have been the ropes and sex that brought them together, but they were bound by more. She knew it was too soon, and that she should wait, but she couldn’t help herself. She’d found him. The only man who could ever set her free.

“I love you, Tate.”

He smiled against her bare skin and propped himself up on his elbow. “I want you to know—it’s not just about the sex. I know it seems crazy, but I think we have something. I—I love you too, Jess.”

Raising herself up, she kissed him, pressing her lips to his in a gentle caress. “Good. But let’s stop talking, okay? I can think of a million other things I’d rather be doing.”

Tate chuckled and shook his head. “You know, I do have a whole bag over there.”

Jessica smiled and raised an eyebrow. “And you braved airport security to bring it all this way. I’d hate for whatever’s inside to go unused.”

“Oh, don’t you worry. It won’t.”



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