Page 36 of Retribution
“Cobra,” she croaked.
“Does that feel good?” he whispered.
“Yeah …”
“You’re so damn wet.”
“I was in the pool,” she said between breaths.
Cobra hooked his fingers into the dainty fabric and yanked them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. He moved her hair from the back of her neck, gently biting and then blowing away the wetness. Dakota jerked and gasped, her hips swiveling against the air. A small patch of goosebumps raised up along her skin.
“You like that,” he said matter-of-factly as he slid his fingers between her legs and teased along her glossy lips. “Yeah … you’re fuckin’ soaked.”
“The pool,” she whispered.
“Uh-huh.”
Two digits delved into her, and Dakota’s whole body went rigid at the contact. Her muscles pulsed against his fingers and she cried out when his free palm came down on her ass cheek.
“Yeah, you’re fuckin’ dripping. You still saying it’s the pool?”
“No,” she moaned.
“Didn’t think so.”
Another smack on her behind was followed by a gentle massage of her stinging cheek as he thrust his fingers in and out of her. Dakota looked over her shoulder at him, heat spreading through her as she tracked his every movement. Cobra’s lips twitched in a cocky half-smile as he drew his T-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor, followed by his boots, socks, boxers, and finally, his jeans.
Dakota’s breath hitched, and she pushed away from the wall in desperate need to touch him, to feel him.
“Hands back where they belong,” he commanded, his palm in the middle of Dakota’s back, pressing her upper body lower. “Ass back in the air and legs spread wide.”
“But I want to feel you,” she whispered as she complied with his orders.
Cobra didn’t answer, and from the corner of her eye, Dakota saw him pick up a packet and tear it open. Excited tingles streaked through her, and she closed her eyes in anticipation.
His cock slid over the crack of her ass then pressed against her aching sex. “Do you want it?” he rasped, slipping two fingers into her.
“Yes,” she moaned, arching back and forth trying to get the friction she craved, yet utterly helpless with her palms planted on either side of her head. “Cobra …”
He let out a low chuckle, then yanked her ass out further. “Beautiful,” he growled as his free hand inched toward her pulsing pussy.
The first stroke on her clit rocked through her, and her whole body jolted in place as she cried out.
“Cobra, please. I need you,” she panted.
He pulled his hands away from her pussy and leaned over her, covering her body with his own. “Have you been a good girl, Dakota?”
“Yes,” she answered, her body aching for him to enter her.
Cobra entwined his fingers in her hair and gave it a hard tug, and Dakota sighed with pleasure and spread her legs even further.
Then, in one savage movement, his cock plunged into her.
“Oh!” She pushed her ass back toward him.
“Fuck, Dakota.” He thrust into her hard and rough. “You feel so fuckin’ good.” He panted while hammering into her over and over.
“It feels amazing,” she said, her body pushing toward the wall.
