Page 97 of A Stop in Time
Her words act like an invisible pickax hacking away at the center of my chest, but before I can react, she reaches for the hem of her shirt and lifts it up and over her head.
I’m poleaxed, rooted in place, as she removes her bra, tossing it aside to join her shirt on the floor.
Mac’s expression is guarded, but she notches her chin up in her usual ballsy fashion. Goddamn, she’s so fucking brave and beautiful.
My eyes sweep over her exposed body, the inked art that encompasses her left side. I lift a hand cautiously and skim my fingertips along the face of broken clocks and hourglasses adorning her shoulder, the marred flesh hidden beneath the artwork.
Her eyes fall closed as my fingers descend slowly along the side of her breast over a minute and hour hand, but I stop, the command in my voice fierce, demanding. “Look at me.”
She hesitates but blinks open those blue eyes, meeting my gaze. Sinking my other hand in the hair at her nape, I steer her face to mine.
“You’re a fuckin’ masterpiece, Mackenzie Ford. A fuckin’. Masterpiece.”
Her eyes dart away, but I tighten my grip on her hair, forcing her gaze to find mine once again. “I don’t say shit I don’t mean, you hear me?”
Blue eyes search mine for a long beat. “Yeah.” One simple, slightly breathless word, but it holds a hint of wonder. “I hear you.”
A split second later, I have her beneath me on the couch, and her eyes go wide in surprise. I take her mouth in a slow kiss before trailing my lips across her cheek and to the hinge of her jaw. I kiss my way down her scar-covered tattoos, and her body relaxes more as I go.
“…this is all we’ll have.”
Her words play on a loop in my brain, causing a sharp pinch in my chest, but I shove it aside. By the time I get to the tattoos encasing her left thigh, Mac’s tits rise and fall with heavy breaths.
Christ Almighty. Having her completely bare, getting to look my fill like this, is like pure fucking heaven. On the heels of that thought follows regret, clawing ferociously at the pit of my stomach.
I mentally dismiss it as I lock eyes with her and lower my mouth to her pussy. Dragging my tongue along her entrance, I savor how she tastes before I fit my mouth to her and plunge my tongue deep inside her.
“Daniel.” She says my name on a choked gasp, and it has my dick practically punching a hole right through my pants. Goddamn, she tastes good.
When she tugs at my arms, it takes monumental effort to lift my mouth off her. “I need you.”
Fuck if the desperation in her tone doesn’t send a surge of lust straight to my damn balls.
“You need me, huh?” My voice sounds like it’s been raked over thick gravel, and I lift up, shoving my pants down.
Braced on one hand above her, I fist my cock, and her eyes lock on the sight. “You need me to fill you up with this?” I give it a pump, thumbing over the tip where I’m already leaking. Fitting the broad head at her entrance, I nudge inside, forcing her to stretch around me.
“Jesus Christ.” My words are grunted syllables when her inner muscles tense around me. “You gotta stop with that greedy pussy, or you’re gonna have me paintin’ it with all my cum already.”
I sink deeper inside her until I bottom out, and damn if she doesn’t rob all breath from my lungs. I take her mouth in mine in a deep, wet kiss and pump my hips.
When I drape one of her legs over my arm, it has my dick sinking a fraction deeper. She clutches at my biceps with a moan, her inner muscles clamping down on my cock.
I grit my teeth against the urge to shoot my load right here and now. “That pussy’s already pullin’ on me, beggin’ for me to come.”
When the root of my cock grinds against her clit, her eyes grow even hazier and her breathing accelerates. “You like when I do this, don’t you?” I withdraw slightly only to give a strong punch of my hips, plunging right back in, so fucking deep.
Over and over, I work my dick in and out, nudging that clit of hers each time. She’s got me sopping wet already, and she hasn’t even come yet. My thrusts grow more intense, and each one has her gorgeous tits bouncing for me, nipples tight little peaks.
“Gonna give me that pretty nipple? Let me suck on it?” My harsh, panted words hang between us as I eye her breast, covered in inked designs. My tongue and lips anticipate sucking on it hard enough to get her to cream all over my cock.
When she cups her tit, offering it to me, I dip my head and latch my lips around that stiff peak and suck hard. She goes rigid beneath me, her body bowing, and a surge of her wetness coats me. I groan and bat at her nipple with my tongue. Fingernails digging into my biceps, she whimpers my name.
Tracing my tongue along the scars disguised by clocks and hourglasses etched along the curve of her breast, I pump my hips, working her pussy with my dick.
Her thighs tense, chest rising and falling with labored breaths while I power into her, continuously grinding her clit with the root of my cock. She works her hips in a frantic motion, as if she’s as desperate for me as I am for her.
When I raise my head, moving to capture her mouth, she clutches at my shoulders, her tongue meeting mine in a hot, deep kiss. Her pussy goes impossibly tight around me while she whimpers against my lips.