Page 51 of Retribution
“Sweetheart, do you have a favorite position?”
Cobra was acutely aware of memories that had leveled Dakota the last time they fucked. He still wasn’t sure if it was something he’d done that reminded her of that asshole, but he didn’t want to take his chances in triggering any shit from her past. But Dakota simply shook her head. Her brows furrowed, her breasts trembled, and her little rosy nipples begged for his mouth.
He grabbed her ankles and maneuvered so they were both sitting on his left shoulder, moving her so that one ankle crossed over the other one. He kept them pinned to him with one hand and guided his condom covered dick to her slick entrance with the other one.
“I need you,” she spoke softly, low enough he almost didn’t catch the words.
Cobra didn’t hesitate again. The first inch inside her tightness was like finding heaven and coming back on the other side again. So fucking magical. Dakota was perfect in every way, and he groaned, locking his eyes on hers.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Look at me. I wanna see the lust in those pretty eyes when I fuck you senseless.” A sheen of sweat glistened over her face as pure bliss played across it. He pushed in more. She groaned then bucked and arched her back toward him.
“Fuck, you’re greedy for me,” he said. Damn, Dakota was a hot cutie who was driving him fucking crazy at the moment by the way she used her hands and pushed up her hips to coax him to move deeper inside her. Cobra wanted nothing more than to pummel in and out of her, to bite and suck her tits, and touch the one spot he knew would set her off like a geyser, but he held back and kept teasing her.
“Cobra, please,” she begged.
He dipped his head and sucked one of her rigid nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. A throaty moan fell from her lips.
“The sounds you make get to me,” he whispered in her ear, flicking the pebbled bud with the tip of his index as he slid his other hand under her and held the soft curves of her ass.
“It feels good,” she panted, bucking against him. “I’m ready for you.”
“I know that,” he said then resumed ravaging her tits as he slowly moved in and out of her. It was the hardest damn thing he’d ever done, because all he wanted to do was fuck the hell out of her, but Cobra knew it would be so much more intense for Dakota if he went slow.
“I ordered pizza,” she whispered.
His hands tightened around her body.
“Your concern is thefood, sweetheart? Or are you using it as an excuse for me to pound into you, so you get what you want outta me?” he rasped and withdrew himself until his cock was barely in her opening, resting there while she fought and cried out frustrated protests.
“That’s not how this shit works, darlin’. Bad girls don’t get what they want. Besides, fuck food—I got all I need right here.” He buried his finger between her wet pussy lips then brought it to his mouth and licked off her sweet juices.
Dakota’s gaze fixed on his movements as if fascinated and drawn to them.
“Want a taste?” he asked, bending his head down so his face was mere inches from hers.
She nodded, and he crushed his mouth on hers and shoved his tongue through her parted lips. After a long, deep kiss, he pulled back and before Dakota could say anything, he plunged all the way inside her tightness, and she arched into him with a small, shocked moan. A shudder flung down his back. Fuck, Cobra would be happy to hear that noise for eternity. Such a small sound, yet so damn gratifying, and he sure as fuck was going to make her do it again for him.
Another long, slow-gliding withdraw then he slammed back inside again.
“Oh, shit,” she gasped. This time she practically jackknifed off the bed, whimpering and clawing at the sheets.
“Damn, sweetheart.” He chuckled, lightly biting her calves. “And this isn’t anything yet.”
