I’ve never experienced an orgasm like the one Simon just brought me to. It was like a goddamn earthquake, yet at the same time intoxicating and addicting. I wouldn’t have a problem if he spent a majority of the time we spend together between my legs.
His mouth is back on mine and I can taste myself on his tongue. Lowering his hips to mine, he settles between my legs and I know I’m making his pants damp with how soaked I am right now. I can feel how hard his cock is as he presses it against me and I want to feel his entire length inside me right now.
Sliding my hands down to the waistband of his pants, I begin to push them down over his ass. Simon breaks apart from me, his eyes searching mine as he hovers above me.
“Is that what you want, angel?”
I stare back at him, drawing my bottom lip in between my teeth. Simon’s gaze drops down to my mouth before he captures my lip with his own teeth. He pulls it free from the grip I had on it and draws my flesh into his mouth. He bites down, leaving half-moon indents in my flesh, and it sends a shock wave through my body, the warmth spreading like wildfire.
He releases my bottom lip and runs his tongue over the wounds he inflicted before his gaze meets mine again. “That’s my lip to bite, not yours.”
I tilt my head to the side. “Oh, is it now? You think that you get to go down on me and now you’re staking your claim on me?”
A chuckle vibrates through his chest and I swear to God I can feel the vibration in my pussy. “Here’s how this little arrangement is going to work, angel. You’re mine for the next three months and no one else’s. If I see another guy even breathe in your direction, it will be his last breath. And I’m going to remind you every night when I get home whose pussy this is.”
“You think it’s yours?” I quip. There’s a shift from the playful side of Simon that I’m used to, but I would be lying if I said this isn’t a huge turn-on. He might joke around and be lighthearted, but he’s definitely an alpha when it comes to the bedroom. “Last time I checked, it belonged to me.”
A smirk plays on his lips. “We’ll see if you still feel that way after I’m done with you.”
My breath catches in my throat and Simon moves away from me until he’s standing at the edge of the bed. I lift myself up, sitting upright as he begins to pull his shirt up over his head. I can’t help myself as my eyes travel across the curves and planes of his torso. His athletic form isn’t surprising, but I wasn’t expecting him to be chiseled like a damn sculpture.
“You too,” he orders, motioning to my shirt with his hand. “Take it off.”
The defiant part of me wants to challenge him and refuse, but I’m caught in the flames that are burning brightly in his steel gray eyes. I couldn’t fight this even if I wanted to. Grabbing the bottom hem of my shirt, I lift it over my head before pulling my arms out. Simon grabs it from me and throws it onto the floor.
I’m almost completely naked, yet I still have my bra on. Simon slides his hands down to the waistband of his pants. They’re pushed down from when I started to move them and I can see the perfectly cut V shape that disappears beneath his pants. He starts to push them down farther before he pauses.
He nods his head at me. “Let me see all of you, angel.”
Swallowing roughly, I slide my hands behind my back and unhook my bra. The straps begin to fall down my shoulders, moving down my arms as I slide my bra away from my body. The air feels cold against my skin and my nipples instantly pebble from that and his gaze scanning my chest.
“You’re a goddamn gift from the heavens.”
His words have my heart crawling into my throat and I have no choice but to swallow it back. I can’t let my mind go that way. We have an arrangement. Just a fling and nothing more. If he keeps saying things like that, I’m going to have to run away before I get too caught up in him. I’ll have to leave before it’s too late.
Simon drops his pants, his boxer briefs following along after them until they are both pooling around his feet on the floor. My gaze drops down to his cock and my lips part as a shallow breath escapes me. His cock stands to attention and with how hard it is, he’s definitely ready to go. I can see a small bead of precum at the tip.
Scooting back on the bed, I watch as he steps out of his pants. A sinister smirk plays on his lips and he stalks toward me with a hooded gaze. He’s the predator and I’m the prey. The way he’s looking at me right now with the fire burning in his eyes makes it seem like he’s going to devour me.
And there’s not a single part of me that would dare to object to that.
Simon’s hands find my thighs and he pushes them flat against the mattress as he settles between my legs. The tip of his cock presses against my center and I lift my hips to meet him. He stares down at me and I count three beats of my heart in my chest.
“I need to grab a condom,” he murmurs as he nips at my lips with his own, planting his hands on the bed beside my head. “I’m clean, but I don’t think the world is ready for any mini Simons running around.”
I laugh softly at his words, watching the way his smile touches his eyes. “I’m on birth control, Simon,” I tell him, my voice quiet. “We don’t need to use a condom.”
He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “Positive,” I respond as I pull my bottom lip between my teeth.
Simon claims my mouth with his own, drawing my lip between his teeth instead. “What did I tell you about this goddamn lip, angel?” He breathes against me as he runs his tongue over the half-moon marks he leaves in my flesh. “Mine.”
Dropping down onto his forearms, he slides one hand under the back of my head as the other makes its way down to my ass. Gripping my flesh within his hand, he slowly presses into me. A gasp escapes me and Simon hisses as he slides deep inside me. He doesn’t stop until he fills me completely, stretching me out like I’ve never been stretched before.
My body adjusts, taking all of him in, and I’ve never felt this full in my life. I’ve only been with a few guys before Simon and when it comes to size, literally not a single one compares to him.
“You good, angel?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine.
I smile up at him as he slowly begins to move his hips, fucking me gently. “Never been better.”
Simon claims my mouth with his once more. He steals the air from my lungs, distracting me with his tongue as he lifts my ass higher to give him a better angle to fuck me deeper. I’m lost in complete oblivion as he kisses me with no inhibitions and continues to thrust in and out of me.
He’s skilled and knows exactly what he’s doing right now. The confidence radiates from him and its addicting. Hell, the things he’s doing to my body right now are even more addicting. His lips are soft as he trails them along my jawline before moving to my neck.
My eyelids flutter shut and a moan escapes me as he gently sucks on my flesh, licking and tasting his way down to my collarbone. Abruptly, he pulls away and moves my legs from around his back. I stare up at him in confusion as he pulls out of me and climbs off the bed.
“What are you doing?” I question him, lifting my head as he bends over and wraps his arms around my thighs. A gasp slips from my lips as he quickly pulls me toward him, to the edge of the bed.
Flattening my legs against his torso, he holds on to my thighs and lifts me into the air as he slides back into me. This angle is so much more and I swear I can feel him in my goddamn rib cage. Warmth spreads through the pit of my stomach and I moan his name as he slowly begins to fuck me again.
“Hook your ankles around the back of my neck, Stella,” he growls, his fingers digging into my flesh. I follow his command and it lifts my hips higher into the air, giving him even more access inside. He slides in deeper and deeper with every thrust.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he murmurs, sliding one hand down to the apex of my thighs. His thumb brushes across my clit as he holds both of my legs with his other arm. “You were made for this cock, angel. You take it so fucking well.”
His words set my nerve endings on fire and he thrusts his hips, pounding harder into me as he continues to work his fingers across my clit. My hands grip the bedsheets as he pushes me closer to the edge. We’re climbing to the top and it’s suddenly a race to ecstasy.
Simon doesn’t stop, he doesn’t slow down. His eyes don’t leave me as he fucks me into oblivion. My orgasm hits me with absolutely no warning, completely consuming my body and every thought. My face screws up, a loud moan escaping me as I shatter around him.
“Fuck, angel. I love this pussy.” He thrusts into me. “So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Much.”
I’m a fucking mess, my legs shaking, my body quaking as my pussy clenches around him. I ride out the waves of my orgasm as Simon fucks me until he’s about to come. He quickly pulls out, dropping my ass onto the bed as he roughly spreads my legs.
My body tingles and I feel the warmth of his release as he covers my pussy with it. I lift my head and I’m unable to look away as he coats me with his cum. When my eyes meet his, he stares at me in a daze with a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips.
“You are something fucking else, Stella,” he murmurs as he lowers himself down onto the bed beside me, neither of us worrying about the mess we just made.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush against his naked body. I don’t fight him. Instead, I embrace his warmth and let myself revel in the way he feels and the way he makes me feel. I know this is all temporary but none of that matters at the moment.
Right now, Simon Murray is the only fucking thing that matters.
