Page 50 of Retribution
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Cobra
While Dakota’s tonguelightly traced his lips, Cobra angled his hips forward to press her against the wall as she made a muffled noise of pleasure. Clearly, she wanted to take the reins for the night. He wasn’t used to a woman in charge, but it was an interesting change of pace. Cobra wondered how long he could roll with it before the beast inside him took over and ate her up in a single bite.
Her hand on the back of his neck lightly tugged downward, and he laughed, struggling against her pushes to get him on his knees. Clever little fucking minx wanted worship? All right, he would make her knees so damn weak and have her beg him for more before she screamed out his name.
The air from the AC blasted cold as Cobra slid down to his knees in front of Dakota and traced his hands down her curves while her head arched backward against the wall. Her hand still rested on the top of his head and he squeezed either side of her hips before slowly riding her skirt up to reveal a tiny sheer thong.
He licked his lips as a jolt of lust landed right on his stiff cock. “Fuck.” His rough voice caught in his throat as he looked up into her wide, startled gaze. “You’ve been wanting this.”
“The. Whole. Time. I. Was. At. Work.”
Each word was whispered, though that didn’t make them less powerful.
Cobra rumbled appreciatively, loving the idea of this sweet little woman keeping her thoughts free of anything else but him. The image of Dakota almost naked under that skirt of hers, dreaming up all kinds of scenarios of them fucking was enough to make him blow right then and there.
He bunched the flimsy material of her thong between his fingers and ripped the sheer fabric apart.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, her hips gyrating forward as her eyes fluttered closed. Dakota’s hand clasped into the hair at the top of his head.
“I haven’t even fuckin’ touched you, sweetheart,” he growled, burying his face between her legs as he used his hands to pry apart her thighs so that one leg was on either side of his head. “I know you’re gonna taste fuckin’ delicious.”
“Please, Cobra,” she moaned, already primed for him.
Her scent of arousal was thick in the air. He slipped his tongue out to lightly trace the outer lips of her pussy at the same time he reached behind her to palm each ass cheek. Dakota gasped as he yanked her forward and dove into her heat. One light tease had outdone all his patience and Cobra sucked on her tight little clit as she scrambled and made small noises above him while her hands pawed at the top of his head.
“That feels so good!” Her thighs shook on either side of him as she cried out and tried her best to thrust into his mouth to get more friction.
“That’s it, darlin’, ride my face with your wet little pussy. I want your juices all over it,” he smothered against her. “You taste so damn sweet. Keep it up. That’s it.”
Cobra talked her through it. Flicking her clit with his tongue, sucking like a two-thousand-dollar vacuum, and gently tonguing her opening, and Dakota went wild, like a hellcat on steroids.
Meanwhile, his cock was fast approaching blue ball status. Cobra was so hard, every small adjustment made him wince from the pressure of his jeans against his dick. He hadn’t been this horny since freshman year when he’d been getting off twelve to fourteen times a day and was afraid he was going to wear a hole through his flesh. But something about Dakota made everything feel brand fucking new. He didn’t give a shit if his dick fell off in the process of pleasing her, so long as she got exactly what she’d been dreaming about all damn day.
“I’m … I’m …” she panted, unable to get out the words.
“You’re sure about this, sweetheart?”
She was dripping down her thighs. Her body was more than sure—but he wanted to make certain her mind was in for the ride.
“Yes.” She breathed out with a whimper. “Yes. Please.”
“Tell me, sweetheart.”
Her lower lip trembled and he lapped up a bead of her liquid heat as it slid down her inner thigh. When Cobra looked back up at her again, her jaw was clenched and her expression looked like the feral intensity of a leopard just before it pounced on its prey. Primal. Raw. Fucking gorgeous.
“I want this, Cobra. I want you. Do it. Now.”
Well, fuck, that was good enough for him. He pulled himself up and scooped her into his arms then threw her on the bed. Dakota barely had enough time to make a sound before Cobra was on her, over her, yanking at her clothes like a madman. All he wanted was to see her soft, silky skin. With every article of clothing he discarded, his mouth followed his hands, licking, kissing, and teasing the fuck out of every inch of her flesh until she was a moaning, helpless mess.
Dakota fluctuated between grabbing him by the hair or shirt to kissing and groping his ass. At one point, she tried to drag his hands, his mouth to where she wanted him to be on her body, but he ignored her efforts. Cobra kept teasing her, making her body quiver and pebble as she moaned and pleaded to no avail. He was unmovable.
“You want some more, darlin’?”
Dakota huffed and dragged her nails over his chest across his T-shirt as if she were trying to rip it off him. With a huge fucking grin plastered across his face, Cobra yanked his shirt over his head. Next came the boots and socks. Then the jeans. Finally the boxers. He didn’t make any kind of show out of it or entice her to open up her eyes as she whimpered and writhed beneath him. Nope, he wanted it over with, so they could move on to more fun things.
Cobra had promised her a fuck ton through his body language, and as he nabbed the condom he kept in his pants pocket for emergencies, he knew there was only one other thing he had to say before he dove straight into her.
