Page 48 of Lick

His eyes dilate. “Yeah?” he questions.

I nod. “Yeah.” My voice chokes with emotion.

“Thank fuck.”

He hikes me up a little more and slides into me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I wait for the pain I’ve heard about. The metal ring that adorns the tip of his penis, and the bars that align his cock, hit nerve ending after nerve ending. I whimper at the feel of him. He stills, allowing my body to adjust to his size.

“Fuck, baby,” he tells me as he slowly pumps into me. “So, fucking good,” he grunts into my ear.

My moans become louder as he continues to pump into me. My head rolls back in pleasure, something that I want to feel for the rest of my life. It’s so consuming, the connection with him at this moment. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. My orgasm continues to build as he hits me in the right spot. Biting his shoulder, I try to stifle my moan, the tingles spreading through my body.

“Lick…” His name rolls from my lips in a breathy moan. My head falls back.

“Eyes. Give me your eyes,” he commands.

Without thought, I lift my head, connecting with his stare. The desire that’s showing behind his dark irises has my orgasm racking through my body. The heat in his eyes and the sweat on his brow is proof of how turned on he is. How much he wants this.

He’s never been inside any of us.

The knowledge that it’s me he’s chosen brings a smile to my face.

“That’s it.” He bites his lip, as he stares into my eyes. “Fuck yeah, give it to me.” His pace picks up, not allowing me to gently ride through the orgasm. His movement increases the severity of my pleasure. Before my body feels complete relief, I feel another orgasm build. I pull myself higher on his waist then sink back down on his cock.

Lick curses under his breath. “Fuck…Ahh…shit,” he grunts then stills.

Both of us panting, he brings his eyes to mine. I become uncomfortable beneath his stare. Avoiding his gaze, I look anywhere but to the man who I’ve just given myself to. I try to gather the courage to speak the words I need him to hear. I blow the untamed curls from my face, before giving in and drawing my eyes to his.

“That’s a first for me,” I say when I finally catch my breath.

He studies my face, searching for something that I hope my eyes will convey. “Me too.”

My gaze falls. I want to push him away. I want to leave this room and hide from the humiliation. I know those words aren’t true, and I feel a little deflated that he can so blatantly lie to me after what I just gave to him.

He clears his throat. “First time I’ve ever willingly fucked someone.” I jerk at the terminology he uses. Lifting my chin with his finger, I’m made to meet his gaze. “Small steps, baby.”

He rubs his hand through my hair, cupping my face. “Remember this, this right here.” He moves his finger between the two of us. “It was by choice. My choice and I picked you. Your choice and you picked me. No matter what the fuck I may call it, remember that we chose each other.”

He kisses the tip of my nose, right before the door bells rings, breaking our intimate moment.

I could keep my cock nestled in her tight cunt for the rest of my life and I’d die a happy fucking man. The disgust that I’ve felt when bitches and assholes took from me without my permission evaporated the moment I slid into her warm heat. Her big brown eyes that bore into me, entering my soul as she came around my cock, is a vision I won’t soon forget, and it sure as fuck won’t be the last time I see or feel her come undone. There isn’t any shit in this life that will keep me from having her time and time again. She’s mine. There ain’t no denying it, and I don’t give two fucks if anyone else tries to tell me otherwise.

Even her.

Slipping from her, I see traces of blood on the length of my dick, smeared on the metal of my hardware. When my eyes catch hers, her cheeks flush pink. “Ain’t nothing better,” I tell her, needing to ease her embarrassment. I hear the doorbell ring for the second time, causing me to cuss under my breath. I pull my jeans on, tucking myself back in and leaving her to clean herself up while I figure out who the fuck is at the door. Goober is barking like he’s some sort of badass guard dog.

The cool air of the living room hits my heated skin. Barefoot, in only my jeans, I jerk open the front door to find Maggie and a woman with brown hair and glasses. Maggie presses her lips into a tight line while the other lady openly stares at my exposed chest. Clearing my throat causes her to meet my eyes.

“Yeah, there you go. My eyes are up here.”

“Mr. McCoy,” Maggie states. “This is my associate, Terri Osborn.”

“It’s lovely to meet you, Mr. McCoy.” The new lady sticks out her hand, offering me to take it. When my eyes dart to Maggie, she slightly nods her head, so I stick out my hand, giving hers a few shakes before dropping it. I’m not sure if I’ve ever shaken a woman’s hand before. “I’ve been contracted by the county to inspect the home the minors are expected to be inhabiting.”

“Is Miss Hoyt home, by chance?” Maggie asks, and I know it’s because she knows I’ll need a buffer between this lady and me if I intend to have a good inspection and get the kids under this roof. If this lady doesn’t like what she sees, then all of this shit is for nothing, and I’ll be in jeopardy of losing more than my niece and nephew.

“I’m right here,” I hear Jenni’s voice come up from behind me. She wraps her arm around my waist as I bring my arm around her shoulder, pulling her into me. I can smell sex on her, and I hope as fuck they can smell it too. She shushes Goober, and he settles onto his dog bed.

“Jenni, this is Terri. She’s going to be working the case with me. She’s the third-party I was telling you about.”