“Definitely have sexual chemistry.”
“It’s more than chemistry, baby. Haven’t you figured it out? It’s Kismet.”
That’s the only explanation I can come up with for any of it. For the constant random encounters. The feelings she’s awakened in me. The way she stops the past from tormenting me when nothing else has.
She gasps when I break the kiss and flip her to her belly. I grab her hips, pulling her up, then press between her shoulder blades until her cheek is pressed into the mattress. Her glistening lips tease me, but I don’t want to wrap up. Besides, I promised to fill all her holes tonight.
Wanting to be sure she’s ready, I spit on her puckered asshole and slide my fingers into her. My dick jumps at the sight of her swallowing me, begging me to hurry. I spit again into my free hand, stroking my heavy shaft, then repeat once more.
When I remove my fingers and press the head against her, she tenses, her fingers threading through the sheets once again. “Relax,” I order as I work myself into her tight ass with gritted teeth.
Back at the club, when I watched myself disappear inside her pussy, something feral unleashed in my belly. It throbbed as violently as my dick, ached as badly as my balls as I saw how perfectly we fit together, as I watched where our bodies joined. Desire erupted into something dark and possessive, and I punished her body for resisting me for so long. Punished her for creating the craving in the first place.
The feeling emerges anew as I watch the crown of my cock vanish inside her ass, and even knowing I shouldn’t, I can’t stop myself from slamming all the way home.
She cries out. A slew of profanities directed at me escape her while she tries to lurch forward to get away.
I move with her, refusing to let her go, then hold her in place to lean over her back and place soft kisses across her shoulders, but refusing to apologize when I’m not sorry. My tongue slides over her skin as I reach beneath us, finding the jewelry between her legs, and flicking it gently. She moans, fluttering around me, making me twitch inside her.
“Fuck.”
She moves again, but this time against me. “Move.” Her resolute command makes my balls tighten.
“You move,” I choke out through blinding desire.
She does, and I’m captivated watching my dick stretch her wide. Each pivot of her hips sends a roaring wave of pleasure through my body, enjoying the way she looks when she thinks she’s in control, even if she’s not.
I’ll let her have her illusion because this is the closest I’ll ever allow in here.
She rocks back and forth, heady whimpers pulling from her chest with each slow, precise movement. My eyes shift from where we’re joined to the mirror over my dresser, where it offers me another view.
And I’m enthralled by the look of ecstasy on her face. Captivated by the way her breasts sway, nipples brushing my sheets as she moves. Her hands, still above her head, sneak their way down, moving between her legs. She pauses for a breath, spreading her legs wider, allowing me to sink a little deeper as she massages herself to the rhythm of her movements.
But her slow and steady movements don’t push either of us to the edge.
I reach between us, tearing her hand away from her body despite her protest, and replace it with my own. I’m not gentle at all when I press the loop at the end of the barbell into her clit as I pull my hips back and slam into her.
“Oh God,” she breathes out.
The delicate metal dances beneath my fingers as my hips piston at a ruthless pace. I watch through the mirror as her beautiful face contorts and twists, elated gasps opening that seductive mouth wide.
I’m taking that next.
I grip her hip, noticing the way her flesh turns white beneath my grasp.
“Oh, God!” she calls out.
I pull out to the tip and drive inside her again. “Stop calling him.” And again. “He’s not coming to save you.”
“Oh. Oh! Jagger!”
My name on her lips as she explodes makes me erupt. My dick pulses inside her, squeezed to the edge of pain. My jaw clenches as I explode, heat pouring into her in thick, brutal waves.
When we’ve both come down from our high, I slowly pull out of her body. Gentleness I don’t think I’ve ever extended to anyone dictates my movements as I roll her to her back. Her expression is satisfied, blissful, and content.
I can’t help myself when I brush sweat-soaked strands of copper away from her face, then plant a soft kiss on her lips. “I’ll be right back.”
She nods with a hazy smile on her face.
