Page 93 of A Stop in Time
I can’t manage anything but a weak whimper, but he knows. He knows what I want. What I need.
“This next time won’t be pretty, but it’ll be good.” He gathers my panties in his fist and gives an abrupt jerk of his hand, ripping them from me. Before I can react, he lifts me, one arm braced beneath my ass while he guides the head of his cock to my entrance.
“Christ, you’re gonna fuckin’ singe me, you’re so goddamn hot and wet.”
When I arch my hips, trying to urge him inside me, he lets out a raspy chuckle. “Nah. Gonna make you work for it. Can’t just let you bounce on my cock after callin’ it mediocre.”
I rake my teeth along his jaw, darting my tongue at the dark stubble, and he mutters an expletive.
“You’re gonna need to treat it right.” He presses the head inside the barest fraction. In and out, he gives shallow thrusts, coating himself in my arousal. “You gotta get it nice and slick for me.”
A hoarse sound breaks free from my lips. “Daniel.” Another surge of wetness floods me, and his eyes go molten as he sinks inside, the flared head of his cock stretching me.
Our panted breaths mingle in the air between us as he presses deeper, in a slow, agonizing pace. I cinch my legs tighter around his waist, silently begging him for more.
“You want more of this, huh?”
“Yeah,” I admit breathlessly.
“Then you better paint my cock with that slick pussy of yours.” His big hand fists in my hair, his words dusting over my lips in a tantalizing caress all their own. “Gotta make up for callin’ it mediocre.”
A half laugh, half whimper escapes me. “Then prove it’s better than just mediocre.”
His mouth slants over mine, tongue claiming me in thorough strokes. He shifts, planting his feet wider before powering into me in one solid thrust.
Straining to get even closer, I urge him even deeper. My blunt fingernails scrape through his hair, tugging on the length to urge him to fuse his mouth more firmly to mine.
He speaks against my lips in a barely audible growl. “Feel how wet you’re gettin’ me?” His hips give a swift punch upward, spearing me with his thick length. “Yeah. It’s not some mediocre cock. Not with the way you’re working that pussy over it.”
My hips rock in tandem to each of his thrusts, and when he reaches between us to work his thumb over my clit, my inner muscles clutch at him.
“Mackenzie.” The single word is forced from between clenched teeth, but the way he says my full name does something to me.
Skin drawn taut over his cheekbones, his features are stark with arousal. “That’s it. Gonna bounce you all over my cock real good and make you cream on me.”
Ohgodohgodohgod. My body tenses, my release just barely out of reach, and my inner muscles flutter around him.
“Yeah. Gonna give you what you need.” His harsh panted words are punctuated by each powerful driving thrust. “Wanna feel you strangle me with that pussy of yours. Then I’m gonna fill you up with all my cum.”
My inner muscles clutch at him again, and he groans. “Ahh, fuck. You made my dick leak a little, but I’m not givin’ it all to you just yet. You gotta earn it.”
“Daniel.” I don’t even care that I’m whining, because I physically ache right now. “I need it.”
His thumb speeds up on my clit, matching the frenzied, wild pace of his thrusts. “Then you better take it. Pump those hips and show me you deserve every inch of my cock, and every ounce of my cum.”
When he rakes his thumbnail over my clit, my back arches, my mouth parting on a silent scream as my vision grows hazy. My pussy contracts around him, my hips moving of their own volition as I ride out the waves of my release.
“Mackenzie.” His guttural growl greets my ears a moment before he shudders, spilling inside me. He rests his face against my neck, his harsh breaths puffing against my skin.
My hands still fist his hair, while one of his hands flexes on my hip. His thumb rakes back and forth over my sensitive skin. Our chests rise and fall with labored breaths, and I tip my head back against the wall and close my eyes with a satisfied smile.
A split second later, my eyes fly open in alarm. “No condom.”
Every muscle in his body goes taut before he lifts his head, his expression clouded with uneasiness. “Fuck.”
His mouth flattens in a thin, punishing line. “I never forget a condom. Never.” Those eyes turn lethally sharp. “But you’re not gonna get somethin’ from me. I can fuckin’ promise you that.”
The breath I hadn’t realized I’ve been holding rushes out. “That’s a relief. And the same goes for me. I have to have clean blood work and everything else to be eligible for the trial.”