Series: Chicago Sin Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“I’d let you ride me no-hands,” he offers.
I bite his neck because I’m frustrated. “What is that?”
“You know. Like at a strip club. You can climb all over me, but I can’t touch you.”
He had to bring up strip clubs and remind me of last night. “No, I don’t know. I’ve never been,” I say tartly.
“You wanna ride my cock?” He massages a handful of my ass.
Unfortunately, it seems my body wants nothing more. It holds no grudges.
When I hesitate, he moves, lifting me off his lap and pulling me to my feet as he stands. Then he swings me up into a baby carry. I gasp, worried I’m too heavy, but he doesn’t appear to be straining.
And being carried is a delicious feeling. One I don’t want to indulge in because there are already way too many things about the way Armando touches me I like. I don’t want to get used to any of it because it’s not a relationship. It’s not permanent. It’s this weird high-stress shared experience that forged intimacy. Like people who band together during the zombie apocalypse and are forced to develop bonds that would never exist otherwise.
And yeah, it says something that I’m comparing our situation to the one faced by the characters in The Walking Dead.
He sets me on my feet near the bed and pulls my dress, which is still tangled up around my armpits, over my head.
I give his chest a light push, which of course, doesn’t move him at all. “No touching,” I remind him.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Armando
Mary, Queen of Peace. I’m harder than stone for Hannah. What kind of magical creature is she to transform every conflict into explosive sex? She just fucking surrenders to me. Even when she wants to hold back, her body melts with my touch, all the dirty things I do to her. I don’t plan to do them, but she makes me. She brings it out in me. Her body receives, and mine wants to give. It’s impossible for me not to deliver every caress, every spank, every orgasm she seems to crave.
And right now she wants to pretend she has control, so I’ll give it to her. I strip out of my clothes and grab a condom out of my wallet. I flop onto the bed on my back and roll the condom on my erection.
Hannah’s ditched all her clothing. She’s freaking glorious—all soft curves and dark skin with that insane mane of hair tumbling over her shoulders and down her back. She climbs onto the bed.
I tuck one hand behind my head but hold the base of my cock with the other until she takes over. A shudder of pleasure runs through me the moment she fists it.
“I’ll bet you want me to suck it,” she says, pupils blown.
The erection punches out harder. “Fuck!”
“I’m not sure you deserve that.” She’s playing cock-tease, but I don’t give a shit because she climbs over me and lines up that sweet pussy of hers with the head of my shaft. She rubs her juices over it, then sinks down.
I growl, barely stopping myself from reaching for her hips to help. It’s fucking hard not to use my hands. Because she’s not some stripper-stranger. She’s Hannah, and I can’t fucking wait to see her come all over my cock.
She rocks slowly over me, her pelvis undulating, her tits shifting. It’s goddess worthy. I want to touch those juicy tits. I want to rub her clit. I want to yank her down on me so hard she sees stars. But she’s got the control now. And I’m grateful as hell to be inside her.
I roll my hips in time with hers, shifting up to thrust into her when she rocks down. It quickly becomes too much for her. She braces her hands on my shoulders and starts riding me faster, her breasts swinging, hair falling in a curtain around my head.
I fist the pillow behind my head—tear at it—to keep from breaking my word not to touch. When she sees my dilemma, she pins my wrists down on the bed like I’m her prisoner and slides that magic pussy faster and faster over my cock. She works it and works it like a fucking Energizer Bunny until she runs out of breath from the exertion and stops moving, panting.
I lift my hips to meet her every downward thrust. It feels incredible. She’s so wet and so tight. And when I look up, I see her tits bouncing and her nipples stiffening. There’s no way I can keep my hands still for a few more seconds. They’re itching to touch her. To squeeze the ripe mounds. To circle her stiff nipples with my thumb and forefinger. To slide to her clit and make her come.
I’m on the edge. Balls-deep in that slick cunt, backed up against her cervix, I work my hips to get even deeper. My fingers twitch.