When my eyeballs stopped clenching shut, I held my dick in her, loosening my grip. She leaned up for a kiss. I pulled her hair a little tighter before I smothered those lips.
Kissing this woman was all I could do to deal with how completely fucked I was. No bullshit, I'd meant every word I growled to her before.
This shit wasn't stopping tonight. I had to fuck her more. Over and over and over 'til I broke my fucking dick off.
I held her close, guided her to the bed, and lay her down. Held her flat against my chest, stroking that sexy blonde hair. Fuckin' loved how it caught the sun, changing from fifteen to twenty-four karat gold.
The girl zonked out in less than five minutes. I watched her slip into some sorely needed dreams, planting one more kiss on her forehead.
She'd need that beauty sleep. Cora suffered, worked her ass off, and her list of shit to deal with was only growing fatter and meaner by the day.
'Course, I'd added riding my dick to her daily routine, not to mention coming so hard those bright blue eyes snapped shut. That had to make up for the bad shit.
We'd shared two rooms since her old man's mistakes forced us both through the wringer.
Sharing the same space didn't do a damned thing anymore. I needed more. Staring up at the ceiling, I swore I'd keep her in my bed, and I didn't give a single shit what it took to make it happen.
She was mine, dammit, and nothing in this world would force me to let go.
Fucking phone started vibrating sometime just before noon. I rolled outta our empty bed and heard Cora showering before I grabbed it.
“Yeah?”
“Where the fuck are you, bro?” Sixty growled. “We're up to our asses in work today. Those old farts from Kingston brought their fancy play bikes in for a tune up. Good money. Could really use an extra hand out here.”
“Yeah, yeah, keep your dick in your pants, brother. I'll be there soon.”
I hung up. After all the shit we'd been dealing with lately, it was a small relief to be called in for grease and ratchets in the shop instead of throwing fists or bullets.
My stomach growled. Hungry as fuck after all the energy we'd burned last night, never stopping for dinner.
My cock still had a furious craving too. Damned thing throbbed as I stuffed it into my shorts, pulled up my jeans, and turned around.
Seeing Cora didn't help one fucking bit. Especially when she was bent over, digging in the closet, the towel wrapped around her waist drooping dangerously low.#p#分页标题#e#
Fucking shit. Took every fiber of discipline not to head on over, rip that thing off, and drag her back to bed.
“Morning,” I said, as soon a she saw me, holding a fresh set of work clothes. Those bare, beautiful tits I'd sucked all night hung on her chest, calling my lips like goddamned sirens.
“Thought I'd better let you sleep in just a few more minutes,” she said, flashing me the smile I wanted to wipe away, kiss by flaming kiss. “I'm normally up by now. Morning dove, you know. Consider yourself lucky that you might be the first thing helping me sleep in since...”
Her smile melted. I held up a finger and shook it like a club.
“Don't say it, babe. Just get dressed, and let's find ourselves some breakfast. Or lunch. Or what the fuck ever.”
My guts rumbled again. Shit. She heard the growl and laughed. Couldn't suppress the grin rolling across my face.
“Next time, remember to take a break and eat,” Cora said, pulling up her panties. “Wouldn't want you to starve because we were...you know.”
“Fucking?” Smiling, I stepped toward her, shirt and cut under my arm. “We've got work to do, baby girl. You're gonna learn to talk dirty. And you can shoot me square in the chest if you ever catch me chasing after a damned burger more than this pussy. I'd rather have your hot little cunt against my teeth than anything some fucker over a grill could ever serve...”
My arms went around her back, jerked her into me, and we kissed like vipers wrestling.
Fuck, she tasted good. My hand swung low, squeezed her ass, and then my fingers were down her panties. Had that shit ripped down in half a heart beat, feeling her wetness, fresh and clean and just begging to be fucked.
“No, no, no...” She pushed weakly against my chest. “We have to go to work, Firefly. It's going to be a long day. Oh, please, don't make this more difficult...”
“Difficult?” I growled. “You think it's gonna be easy on me? Shit, I'll probably put my fist through the fucking clock when I know I oughta be here in bed all day, holding your legs apart, making you come on my dick ten more times.”
“Ten?” Her eyes went wide. “I'd die! Surely, you're joking...”
“Try me, darlin'.” I winked. “You'll be glad as fuck you did.”