Twisted Bliss (Imperfection Perfection #2)

I about came undone as soon as I entered her warmness. “So fucking tight,” I whispered hoarsely, and she whimpered. I ran a finger across her cheek before dipping my head down to suck on her neck. I didn’t know if I was causing her any pain, but that was the last thing that I wanted to do. So maybe I could distract her a little, until her body adjusted. I worked my hands underneath her to knead her ass and she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, drawing me in even deeper, but I wasn’t ready to move just yet.

I dipped my head down, flicking each pink nipple with my tongue, but kept my eyes trained on her pale blue ones that were narrowed on me. I could see how much she wanted me just by that look, and it didn’t help that she was bucking her hips up frantically in frustration.

“Move,” she demanded.

“Anything the princess wants,” I responded, easing myself nearly all the way out, and then slammed back into her. We both cried out at the reconnection of our bodies, but that was all I needed. Once I started, there was no way in hell I could stop.

I could tell the handcuffs were getting to Della. She wanted me to touch her, and I wanted her to touch me, but at the same time, I always relished being in charge, and I loved the fact that I had so much control over her right now.

I sunk down closer to her body, so almost every inch of our skin was slapping together, and I was in to the hilt. She squeezed her eyes shut, but I grasped her chin. “Look at me, I want to see you come, I want your eyes open,” I ordered. She nodded her head silently, gulping thickly before tipping her head up. Her bottom lip quivered and her eyelids fluttered as I continued to pound into her, but she kept her eyes open, and I loved every second of it.

I was trying to hold out for as long as possible, but it was probably the hardest thing I had ever tried to do. She was so damn sexy, laying there underneath me, her hips arching up each time to meet my frenzied pace.

“Justin, I need to come. Right now.” I leaned down to kiss her once, before pulling back, and giving her exactly what she needed. I stuck one hand in between our bodies, rubbing circles on her most sensitive spot as I pumped into her, and she went crazy. I could tell she was about to explode any second and I was going to be right behind her. She moaned out my name, just as I felt her clench around me, and it was the best sound I had heard in a long time. I thrust into her one more time before exploding myself, sweat dripping down my forehead as I continued pumping for a second longer and then collapsed on top of her. Somehow, I managed to undo the handcuffs, barely looking up because I didn’t want to leave her body at all in that moment.

I kissed her tenderly as she wrapped her arms around me, gently stroking my back. After a few seconds, I rolled off of her, throwing the condom in the wastebasket next to my bed, and tucked her against my body, right where she belonged. I pressed my forehead against hers, and we lay there like that, no words needed after what had just happened. I watched her until she fell asleep, so peaceful and beautiful with her naked body wrapped around mine, her dark lashes fanned against her cheeks. And then, I finally closed my eyes, too, feeling content for the first time in a while.





“OH SHIT!”

I woke up to hands pushing on my chest, and Della’s body struggling to get out from underneath mine. “And where do you think you’re going?”

I hooked my arm around her waist without even opening my eyes and she squirmed in my hold. “Let go. I need to get home. Why did you let me sleep that long?” I cracked an eye open, groaning when I saw that it was almost one in the afternoon. I needed to be to work in about two hours. I guess I was lucky that Della woke up when she did.

“Fine, I guess I’ll let you go.” I sunk my fingers into the sides of her stomach. “But not before I do this.”

She squealed as my fingers tortured her, bucking wildly and giggling uncontrollably. I didn’t let up, even though she kept begging me to do so. I loved seeing her like this. So carefree and just letting go. Sometimes I would catch glimpses of her mother in Della. That woman had a stick shoved so far up her ass it was unbelievable. Della could get uptight about certain things, but I think it was just the way she was raised, the way she had been taught to behave, and sometimes those kinds of habits stuck without us even knowing.

“Please…stop…or I swear…I’m gonna pee all over your bed,” she managed to pant out, and I immediately stilled my fingers.

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