What am I supposed to say? That I can’t go two days without seeing her? She’ll find that out soon enough anyway.
I move fast, covering the distance between us in two steps. Lowering my body, I grab her head in my hands, tilting it back until her lips meet mine. I take all of her, forcefully, stealing her breath, tasting her mouth, sucking her tongue. Each second of the kiss makes me even more desperate for her.
When we slow down, she pulls away an inch, apparently to continue interrogating me. “Why did you have a gun?”
Valid question, but has she met herself? With a woman like her, having a gun 24/7 is imperative.
“I always have a gun when I’m with you.” I answer flatly. Now would be an inappropriate moment to mention twelve—eleven now—fuckers want her dead because of me. Partly because I am not sure how to tell her, and partly because I’d rather fuck her than talk about my issues.
I can’t tell if she is intrigued or just suspicious of this answer, but she drops it.
“How did you get here?”
“Plane, like a normal person.”
“How did you gethere?”
“Oh baby, I’d swipe the earth to find you, and you think Canada would be a problem? You left without my approval, you left me starving, so I came to take what’s mine.”
I pick her up and carry her to the car, her legs wrapped around my waist. Nothing brings me more comfort, nothing calms my demons more than her body pressed against mine.
The familiar scent of her skin is flooding my senses. Her soft moans are like a song I would keep replaying forever.
Her thighs grip my hips as I press her onto the hood, the metal thudding from the weight. She starts rolling her hipsagainst my cock, and I’m already ready. I’m barely able to hold myself back from bending her over the car and fucking all that attitude out of her. Barely keep myself from fucking her after days of wondering, waiting, aching, after watching her slip through my fingers.
“Say it,” I growl, inhaling the sweet scent of my little ember and kissing her pulse point. “Say you missed me.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders as she answers with a muffled voice. “Fuck you.”
“That’s the plan.”
Her hands are already yanking at my belt. “You came all this way to fuck me?”
I look up at her from where my lips have traced down, biting her hardened nipples softly. “Pretty much yes.”
Dropping her head back as she moans from the pain is the only confirmation I need to continue. I trace down her body with my fingertips, sliding my fingers between her legs. She’s already soaked through her panties.
“On your knees.”
With no hesitation, she drops in front of the car, headlights framing her. Her hands are working my belt loose almost frantically, but when she finally takes me out, she stops moving altogether and just bites that fucking bottom lip.
“Come on, little ember. Don’t just look at it. My pretty girl knows how to suck my cock, doesn’t she?”
The hunger in her eyes is undeniable. If there is one thing Victoria likes above all else when she’s getting fucked, it’s to be praised like the good girl she is. She can practically come just from being told how good she is doing, which comes naturally considering the libido this girl has.
She presses her lips to the head of my cock and starts placing kisses along the shaft, covering the entirety of its length, sucking with every kiss. Once she gets to my balls, she startslicking them, her tongue moving in circles and—I start thinking of aviation disasters and the entire roster of my favorite hockey team. Anything that will help me last longer than a virgin.
My little ember was made for sucking my cock, and I will repeat that fact however many times it takes until she truly understands how addicted I am to her.
“Open up and let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
She opens, and Jesus fucking Christ.
Her mouth is warm. Wet. Perfect.
I push inside, only the head to start, allowing her to adjust to the size, then continue pushing in until half of it is inside her warm mouth.
Her breath is hitches, and I remind her, “through your nose, breathe through your nose.”