Yes, Prime Minister(19)

I stood, grasping the dress and pulling it over her shoulders. She stood, all soft and creamy in the silvery moonlight, panty-free and only a pretty purple bra edged in lace preventing my mouth from reaching the Promised Land.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, precious, I don’t know what to eat next.” But I knew where I was headed, my hands already pulling the bra from her body and stripping her bare. Her nipples puckered in the brisk night, but I didn’t give them long without my attention. My hands were embracing her tits, my mouth covering one nipple and drawing in long sucks. Her hands threaded through my hair as soft little moans fell from her lips.

Christ, those moans would be the death of me.

She had to stop making those noises, or I’d never last as long as I needed to last to please her in all the ways I wanted to.

“Where's the bed?” I grunted, hauling her into my arms and wrapping her thighs around my hips. She rode my denim-covered cock like that a few steps before I realized it was no fucking good at all. “Too far.”

I set her down onto the couch underneath me, her body laid out, tits full, thighs creamy and begging for my hands clutching as I plowed into her.

Her hands were at my button, working the metal back and forth before I grew frustrated with all the fabric between us and pulled the zipper down in one quick stroke. Shoving the denim down my thighs, I grunted with equal parts pain and relief when my cock hit the cool air.

I needed inside her before I lost my head.

Hell, I think I had already lost it.

“Oh my God,” she gasped into the moonlit night. “You’re pierced.”

A sideways grin turned my lips. “Want a better look?”

Her eyebrow shot up, a small smile turning her full lips. Fuck, I wanted those lips around my cock, the tip hitting the back of her throat as my rough hands pushed through her hair. I wanted everything with this woman.

“It looks amazing.” She dragged one finger up the thick vein that throbbed from the base to the tip, one painted nail dusting across the metal bar that pierced the ridge of my cock.

“Wait until you feel it.” I cupped her fist around my shaft, the tip already leaking thick beads of precome at just the thought of being buried inside of her.

“I’m not on anything,” she confessed. “But I might have a condom in my bathroom.”

I growled, the idea of a single scrap of anything coming between us more than I was willing to handle. “Not tonight, precious. Tonight’s just you and me. I’m so fucking squeaky clean I can show you my test results on my phone right now.”

“I believe you.” Her hands cupped my cheeks, drawing me in for a slow kiss. “I believe you, Hudson.”

Her legs locked around my waist then, the tip of my cock sliding against her entrance and sending stars rocketing behind my vision, that little ball of metal doing its job and rubbing her and me in all the right places.

“Jesus, woman.” I laid my forehead against hers, sucking in one long breath as my mind raged. I hovered at her entrance, everything in me wanting to plow in, claim what was mine, but I had to show her this was more. How could I show her this didn’t just end here?

“Give me your phone number,” I demanded, fishing my own phone out of my jeans pocket.

“What?” she moaned, lips working against my ear and sending me on a delicious path to pleasure and destruction.

“I’m not fucking you until you know what this means to me.”

“What does it mean?” she murmured, fingertips dancing across my shoulders.

“It means you can't run out on me. It means we wake up in the morning, and you’re mine just as much as you are right now.” I closed her lips with a forceful kiss, showing her exactly what I meant. “I like you all quivering and needy underneath me, precious. I like knowing I own your orgasms and that pretty pink pussy.”

Her sparkling baby blues flared. I held up my phone, waiting patiently, my dick teasing just close enough to touch but not nearly enough to provide any release. I had to get what I wanted first, and what I wanted was her—tomorrow…and all the rest of the days.

“Give me what I want, and you get what you want.” I dragged my dick along the hot seam of her cunt, enjoying the shudder that burned through her.

“That little barbell…” she whispered.

“Is amazing. Wait until you feel it scraping against your clit.” I plucked at her nipple.

In one quick breath, she rattled off her phone number, and luckily, I was fast enough to catch it all before hitting save and dumping my phone on the floor. “I find out that’s a bogus number, I will find a way to punish you.”