He says, “I’m not going to force you into this. I don’t need to because, frankly, I think you made up your mind the second I made this a possibility. You’re as pissed with him as I am, and you want to do something about it. You’ve wanted to do this for a long time if memory serves. But here’s your out. I can drive you back to your building and never see you again. You’ll go back to your life, pretending you’re happy even though you’re dating a cheating asshole all to save face in the press. Or you can follow me upstairs and let me do filthy, delicious things to your body that I can promise you’re going to love. It’s your choice.”
The second I lowered his zipper and took him into my mouth I’d made up my mind. So, I say, “Take me upstairs.”
When a devilish look on his face, he cuts off the engine, tucks himself back into his pants, and opens the door. “I’ll let you out of my little proposition for now, but rest assured sweetheart, the second that hotel door closes behind us my mouth is going to be on your pussy before you can blink.”
Chapter 5
Daire
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I make good on my promise because unlike most of the Scott family, I’m genuine. The second that the hotel door clicks closed, Adelaide’s back is pressed against it with her dress hiked up revealing nothing but a thin patch of groomed hair lining her slit.
My eyes heat as I kneel and spread her legs open. “You weren’t wearing any panties this whole time?”
Her explanation is shaky as I trail my hands up her smooth thighs and squeeze. “T-They don’t go with this dress. There’d be lines…”
I couldn’t care less about any of that because I can smell her arousal. When my fingers trail over the trimmed curls and part her wet lips, she shivers above me. “Does my brother do this to you?”
Before she can answer, my tongue darts out against the bundle of nerves that make her arch forward and buries my face deeper in her pussy. My lips suck her clit into my mouth before I move my attention downward to where she’s all but leaking for me. She’s sweet as fuck, smells like heaven and hell wrapped in one, and the sounds she makes…
Christ.
“Don’t mention him,” she pleads, her fingers weaving into my hair and massaging my scalp as I lap my tongue and lips over her.
I grab one of her legs and position it over my shoulder to get better access to the swollen pink flesh in front of me. “Don’t worry. You won’t even remember his name in a few minutes anyway,” I purr.
Her fingers tighten in my hair when I get back to work, making her writhe against the door and roll her pelvis against me. The smell and taste of her makes a raging hard-on press against the zipper of my pants demanding to be let free.
All I can silently assure it, is, soon.
One of my fingers trails to where my tongue probes Addy’s entrance before entering her, causing a drawn-out moan to escape those naughty lips. I pump the digit in and out of her tightness as I pay special attention to the nerves before entering a second finger. She’s fucking tight, tighter than I’m used to, which means she’s going to hug my cock beautifully.
“Shit, baby.” I pick up the pace with my fingers, listening to the addicting wet noises coming from her core as I trail kisses along her inner thigh before diving back in. She clenches my fingers, her breathing becoming choppy.
“Daire,” she cries out, legs shaking as she starts to break. When she starts losing her balance as her orgasm takes over, I grip her hips to keep her up while I ride out the wave and taste everything she gives me.
As soon as she comes down with a shaky exhale, I stand and crush my lips against hers, making her taste herself. My hands grip the back of her thighs and lift them to wrap around my waist until her ankles cross behind my back. I turn us and walk over to the bed, dropping her until her body bounces on the mattress.
“As much as I want to fuck you with nothing but these on,” I tell her, lifting her feet and peeling off the red heels she put back on before getting out of the Jeep, “I think I want you completely bare first.”
Her teeth bite into her bottom lip as she watches me unbutton my shirt and strip it off my body. Undoing the button of my pants to ease the pressure of my dick straining in the material, I grab her legs and drag her body toward me until her dress is hiked up past her torso.
“Take it off,” I tell her, watching as her eyes widen from my command.
There’s a moment of hesitation between us before she sits up and slowly begins lifting the clingy material up her body until there’s nothing covering her smooth skin. No barrier to stop me from climbing over her and impaling her over and over until she screams my fucking name.
Jesus, I’ve wanted that since the first time I kissed her back. Needed it. Even drugged on intense painkillers to dull the ache in my leg, my cock had ached for the girl whose innocent, sweet lips had cautiously explored mine that night in my room. I wanted to take it further, to tell her to ride me in the chair I was basically trapped in while I healed, but I didn’t.
I knew it was wrong. She was seventeen. I’d just turned twenty-four. Kissing her, especially while hopped up on medication, was not what I should have been doing. Much less fantasizing about breaking her pussy in.
Now, though?
Now she’s legal.
And she’s going to be mine.
I fist my cock as is hardens for her, adjusting it in my pants as my eyes roam over her body. She’s lean, but toned, her tits the perfect handful, and her hips offering the slightest curves—enough to grab onto while I’m slamming into her. If I turned her on her stomach to take her from behind, I’d get an eyeful of her sweet ass. Make it red from my palm and sore from everything I want to do to it throughout the night.
But first things first. “Take off my pants.”
There’s a hitch of breath from her as her eyes move from mine down my body. The black ink is on full display—designs a buddy of mine created and brought to life himself where I live upstate. They rope around the muscles I keep strong during my extensive visits to the gym to burn off the irritation that bubbles after long days of coaching hockey instead of playing it.
Her small hands reach forward, gripping the waistband of the black slacks and lowering them past my hips. I offer no assistance as she frees my erection, watching it bob and grow the second it’s free from the material suffocating it.
I’m damn glad she sucked me off on the ride here because I plan on taking as long as I can inside of her until she can’t talk, walk, or think straight.
Once I’m free from my clothes, I cup her face and bend down to capture her lips. The kiss is softer than before as my hand trails down her throat and lowers to one of her perky breasts, flicking the nipple until it hardens under the pad of my thumb. Twisting my tongue with hers until I lower her onto her back, I yank her forward until her ass is hanging off the edge of the mattress, and then step between her legs until the head of my dick is brushing her inner thigh.
I dip my finger into her again while playing with her clit until she’s moaning into my mouth, and smirk when I feel how wet and ready she is for me. There’s nothing spoken between us when I withdraw my finger, move to grip her thighs to spread them wider before plunging inside of her.