Free The Contract (Nightlong #1) by Sarah Michelle Lynch Page B

laid leisurely beneath him, letting him lick at my skin, at my mouth, my breast. I pushed my fingers down his body, slick with sweat, and dug my hands into the butt of my dreams. So hard, tight, solid. Not meaty. Just solid. Like the rest of him. There was nothing whatsoever cuddly about Dante.
    “You’re so wet, Ciara. Full of me, my cum… your cum. God, I love your tits.”
    “I love your cock. Every inch.”
    Grunting, his green eyes flashed yellow. “Close your legs. Make sure I don’t fall out.”
    I did as he asked and when I was ready for him, he put his legs outside of mine and continued kissing me, using different pressure. Hard kisses to my lips were accompanied by nibbling and biting. Soft kisses to my cheeks and forehead. Wet kisses to my throat and breasts, French kisses to my nipples.
    So tight between my legs, my slit so wet, he wasn’t deep but he was hitting me in all the right ways.
    Fisting his hair, my body slick against his, the scent of sex fermenting in my nostrils, I felt the thud-thud-thud of his big cock between my squished lips and growled, “Fuck being a gentleman.”
    Within half a second, I was on my stomach and he lifted my bum slightly, piercing me with his cock in a much deeper, much more volatile way. Clutching the sheets in my hands, I screamed as he pounded me in the exact way I needed to be fucked.
    Fuck him being a gentleman.
    Fuck lovemaking.
    “Yes, you want me Ciara?”
    “More than anything.”
    I had a hunger for this man which ran out of control the moment I realised he loved me.
    His body over mine, hands on top of mine, our fingers tightened together and I yelled, “Please!”
    He reached beneath me and swirled his fingers around my clit. I pushed back against him, grinding, trying to find more of him. More and more.
    Panting, screeching, begging for mercy, I could hardly believe what I was feeling when I milked his cock so hard he fell out of me, crying, “Jesus Christ!”
    He spurted cum all over my arse and I swear, I collapsed into the mattress ten centimetres deeper than I usually would. He collapsed partially on top of me, his cheek on my back.
    “You’re forgiven, dear.”
    “I never knew they contained that much cum.” His words came out almost strangled.
    He spooned me, dragging me into a tight hold. Pressing kisses constantly to my neck, he repeatedly called me “baby” and put his hands all over me. “Thank you for letting me be a man again. I love you.”
    “I love you. I love you so much.”
    A few deep breaths… and I was asleep.

Six
     
     
     
    WE WOKE A COUPLE OF hours later and he took me to the shower where he washed me from head to toe, dried me from head to toe, even my hair. While he gazed at me like he’d known my body all his life, like it was exactly how he’d imagined me to be, I noticed something deeper in his eyes, something sparse but there – vulnerability.
    As he finished towelling me, I asked him, “Do you really like it curly?”
    “I adore it,” he said, teasing his hands through my long waves.
    He sat behind me on the bed, towels covering the duvet beneath our bottoms. His hands cupped my breasts and he kissed my neck, raising gooseflesh all over my body.
    He loved me…
    “Are you real?” I asked, such jubilation making me doubt this was actually, finally happening.
    “Yes,” he said, “but you see me in a way nobody else does… and it’s strange.”
    “I’m glad.”
    “We’ll see,” he murmured into my hair, and kissed my skin once more before putting on his suit.
    “We’re not staying in bed?” I asked, disappointed.
    “We’re not staying here, Ciara. Come back home with me? My shower runs much better than the archaic ones here.” He couldn’t stop himself chuckling.
    I smiled. “Okay. For how long? What do I need–”
    “If you want, forever.”
    I ran to him and he scooped me up against him, my naked body against his clothed one. His hands running up and down the silky skin of my back, he