Tyrian roared as her sex started milking his cock in tugging pulls. She screamed over the bite, her hips bucking against his, and Tyrian lost himself. Taking her harder, faster, letting her working muscles stroke the release from him.
He shouted, his balls exploding his release, shooting out from him and dousing her
deeply in long hot spurts. He kept thrusting through her tightening muscles, their moans mixing as one.
Long minutes passed and they stayed together, locked tight, joined as one. She gently released her grip on his back and her arms fell like dead weight to the bed.
A slow laugh bubbled out of her.
“What?” He groaned as her laughter squeezed her muscles around his cock, making it full and long again.
“I don’t think I can move my pinky. That was... That was amazing. I don’t know. I want to do it all over again but I can’t move.” She broke out into giggles and his laughter joined hers.
He pulled away from her, watching her sex gripping his cock as he did. It was the wrong thing to do because it made him hard as a pole again. Ignoring his cock, he pulled both of them under the comforter.
She naturally slid across his chest like a blanket, like she belonged there and it felt...good.
“I like you,” she said dreamily. Tyrian swallowed hard.
“I like you, too.” As he said the words over his tight throat, he knew they were true. So true that his heart thudded, trying to tell him something else. He ignored it, pushed it down, and simply held the woman in his arms.
“I want to know everything about you.” She sounded sleepy.
“You know more than most.” She snuggled her cheek against his shoulder.
“But I want to know it all. I want you all to myself. Tell me something about you.”
“In the morning, Chloe. Go to sleep now.” She pressed a kiss to his neck and smiled.
Tyrian watched her breathing grow quiet and her body still. He tried to look away from her, but couldn’t. He was going to pay for this. He knew it. No one had something so great offered to them and not receive something worse in return. It was the way of life.
Chapter Twenty-four
Chloe awoke to the most incredible sensation. Wet licks of heat around her sex, her bud.
She blinked her eyes open against the morning light streaming into the bedroom.
Her eyes strayed down and found the most gorgeous head tasting her between her thighs.
“Tyrian.” His eyes met hers, sky blue and bright with heat. Startled, unsure what to say, she lay back down on the bed and gently arched towards him. His arms were banded across her waist, one hand stroking a breast lazily.
Hot kisses trailed over her sex, her inner thigh. “I woke up and had to taste you again.
You’re intoxicating. The way you feel as you push against me, trembling and shaking, your moans caress me until I want to taste you again and again.”
Chloe did tremble at his words. His tongue spread her lips open then suckled her bud into his mouth. Moans tore from her throat. Breathing became difficult as pleasure seeped from her pores, saturating the air with scent of passion and sex.
His tongue was magic, flicking, and darting across her small expanse of needy tissue with a passion that was quickly about to break her. The hand on her breast squeezed roughly, puckering her nipple into a point, then rubbing it relentlessly.
Chloe’s heart thundered in her ears, her breathing loud in the quiet room. She cried out with the beginnings of an intense release. She couldn’t stop the avalanche that swept through her.
She was caught in his touch, in the blinding pleasure that closed everything off from the world except for the two of them in this moment.
Arching her back off the bed, she screamed. Hard, wrenching shudders broke through
her, her sex flooded with wet heat and it went on and on.
His mouth eased away from her slowly as if hesitant to break apart. She watched his expression, seeing the mixture of hazy pleasure, pride, and arousal that saturated his features.
Pulling her knees wide, she thrust her hips at him meaningfully.
“No, it’s too much. It’s too soon for you.” His voice was ragged like sandpaper. The gift he’d just bestowed upon her made her giddy and ridiculously happy. She wanted to return the favor. Wanted to show him how much his blatant sexual generosity pleased her.
So she tackled him. He fell back on the bed, his arms coming around her back easily. She couldn’t keep herself from kissing him. From tasting her own essence mixed with the masculine taste of his tongue. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and bit the meaty length of it. A sharp spank landed on her ass.
Gasping, she arched against him. “Tyrian, I never knew you were so kinky.” He smiled at her. A genuine, happy smile that made her toes curl, her heart nearly burst from her chest.
“There are things you don’t know about me.”
She arched a brow at his superior tone. “Well, we’ll just have to rectify that, won’t we?”
She laughed at his grimace then began sliding down his body.
He grabbed her arms to stop her. “What are you doing?” She sent him a wicked smile and kissed one peck and then the other.
“Making love to you.”
“No,” he said.
“Why not?” she asked innocently. His hands released her and she kissed first one nipple then the other before kissing her way down the middle of his chest.
“Because I was rough last night. You must be sore.” He sounded angry with himself.
Chloe leaned forward to press a sweet kiss to his mouth.
“I loved last night. I love all the times we’re together. I haven’t once been sore. Well maybe a wee bit after the very first time.”
His eyes held a flicker of disbelief. “I was too rough then and I was before. You don’t need that.” Chloe laughed at him and continued kissing down his chest.
“Why don’t you stop thinking about what I need and listen to my words.” She dipped her tongue over the hard bands of muscles in his abdomen, kissing each of the bunched muscles with reverence.
“When you’re taking me, with all that fiery passion you have inside you, I come harder than I have in my whole life.” His cock pushed eagerly against her stomach at her words. His eyes darkened like clouds blanketing the moon. “I love your body. You’re so hard and strong.”
“Chloe,” he rasped, his fingers curling around her shoulders. She slithered further down his body, kissing each of the bones at his hips, the dip in his belly, the tops of his hairy thighs.
Chloe pulled back and eyed his shaft. It was hard steel covered in hot velvet. She fisted him gently, stroking him, learning him. He tensed, his eyes dark with arousal, his cheeks flushed with color.
Chloe felt something come over her. Some temptress that wanted to bring this man to his knees with pleasure.
He was so wide in her hand, her fingers barely met. As she squeezed him and dragged her hand up to the head, a drop of semen beaded. Suddenly, she had to know what it tasted like.
Her tongue darted out to lick the drop away. Her eyes hooded at the taste, salty and masculine. She sucked the head of him into her mouth, rubbing her tongue along the soft, pliable skin, feeling the hard steel of him underneath. The hands on her shoulders pulled her, urged her down. She went.
He was so long there was no way she could fit him in her mouth. It made something deep in her sex pulse with need. She took him as far as she could and held him there, her hand squeezing and pumping the rest of his shaft. He stuffed her full, wide, and deep.
“Chloe,” he said raggedly. His cock pulsed in her mouth as if it had its own rapid
heartbeat.