I finished my work day, went for a run around the island and did my fitness routine, had dinner, and then read before I went to bed. London might come to my room again to kill me in my sleep, but I suspected she wouldn’t. At this point, killing me wouldn’t change anything. Bones would come to collect her regardless.
I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking of my next trip to Glasgow. I’d had enough alone time on this island. When I returned to the city, I would visit some of my regulars. Sex was something I craved, like any other man, but there were times when I didn’t need it. But the urge always came back.
Three weeks without it had surged my libido.
The door opened and someone walked inside. I knew exactly who it was without confirmation. If she was here to kill me again, it was pointless. She would need a gun if she planned to overpower me.
I sat up in bed and stilled at the sight.
London untied her bathrobe and let it slide off her shoulders and onto the floor. She stood there naked, her tits perky with hard nipples. Her long legs reached up to her neck. She sauntered to the bed, her hips shaking as she walked. Her hair was done in curls and dark eye shadow was around her eyes.
She reached the bed then climbed on top, her smooth skin warm when it came close to mine.
I stared at her in infatuation, my cock hard and ready to go. A part of me wondered if this was a dream. She hated me earlier in the day. I doubted she had the urge to fuck me after what I did to her.
She straddled my hips and lowered her body directly onto my cock. My sensitive skin could feel the folds of her pussy, the soft flesh I would penetrate over and over. She massaged her tits and grinded against me, having the charms of a whore.
My hands moved to her hips, and I dug my fingers into her soft skin. “Lovely…” I sat up and brought one nipple into my mouth, sucking the hard flesh and tasting it. She tasted clean and smelled like a woman, flowery.
As I cherished her body, I figured out exactly what she was doing. “Fucking you won’t change my mind about tomorrow. I’m going to sell you to Bones no matter how good you are in the sack.”
Her fingertips moved through my hair as she held me close. She arched her back so I could get more of her other nipple into my mouth. She spent the last two days hating me, and now it seemed like that never happened. “You might change your mind…” She craned her neck so her lips could reach my shoulder. She pressed wet kisses across the skin until she reached my neck. Her tongue moved up to my ear, where her heated breath filled my canal.
My hands explored her back, feeling the hard definition under her silky soft skin. Her shoulders were petite but possessed strength. I could feel her power under my fingertips. Even though I’d already seen her naked several times, it felt like a new experience. Now I was touching her, exploring her.
I moved forward and positioned her on her back, my hips moving between her thighs. My arms slid behind her knees, and I leaned over her, my cock rubbing against her folds. I stared down at her, my chest grazing against her perky tits. I eyed her lips with longing, seeing this beautiful woman underneath me.
When she first arrived here, I was unimpressed. She was just a woman like all the others, with soft hair and a curvy figure. She had emeralds for eyes and the attitude of a prison warden. But now I couldn’t stop looking at her, seeing her as something else entirely. I recalled all the times she defied me, refusing to show fear even though she was terrified. Unwillingly, she made me respect her.
And that was a hard thing to accomplish.
She pressed her hands against my chest and slid her palms upward, rubbing both of my hard pectoral muscles. She reached my shoulders and dug her fingers into the skin, feeling the strength my body carried. Her legs tightened around my waist, her ankles hooking together.
I stared at her lips and anticipated the surge of adrenaline. Her lips probably tasted better than her skin. She had the confidence to be utterly sexy, to be my fantasy. The fact that she had crawled on top of me and outright asked for sex gave her the control.
But I liked giving it away.
Now she was pinned underneath me, ready for me to enjoy.
I pressed my mouth to hers and slowly kissed her, feeling a current surge through me the moment we touched. My arms shook from the ecstasy, the unexpected chemistry. I didn’t want to fuck her right away. Kissing her provided enough satisfaction, enough heat. My tongue moved into her mouth until I found hers. They danced together slowly, our chemistry combustive and powerful. My cock slowly grinded against her folds, taking advantage of the moisture pooling between her legs.
Fuck.
I dug my hand into her hair and fisted the strands, feeling the power surge through me as I dominated her. She was mine willingly. I claimed her the second she gave me the opportunity. Now I didn’t want to let her go. I wanted to kiss her forever, to feel the ache in my lips from wanting so much more.
She slowly dragged her nails down my back, nearly piercing the skin with the pressure. “Fuck me.”
I growled into her mouth, feeling my cock twitch at the same time. I couldn’t remember the last time I shared a scorching kiss like that, the last time I had a sexier woman than London underneath me. She begged for me, and I knew the plea was sincere because her pussy was soaked.
“Crewe…”
Now I really was lost. Nothing was sexier than a woman whispering my name. She had the charms of an experienced courtesan, like she had pleased men for a living. But she possessed the innocence to make her seem untouched, like a white flower in the middle of the forest—rare and beautiful.
She directed the head of my cock inside her then gripped my hips, her nails digging into me. Then she tugged, impatiently pulling me inside her.
I slid inside her, moving through her wet tightness with a loud moan. I sank deeper and deeper, getting every inch completely inside her until my balls tapped against her ass. I breathed through the pleasure, feeling like a king when I was inside this gorgeous woman. My mouth was pressed to hers as I breathed through the intoxication.
She moaned quietly, her nails digging into me harder. Her ankles remained ironclad around me. She breathed into my mouth with sexy sounds, enjoying the feel of my cock as much as I enjoyed the feel of her tight pussy.
“Fuck, you feel good.” I thrusted into her slowly, sliding through her tightness as I patiently waited for her to acclimate to me. “Are you a virgin?” I waited for her answer, hoping it was yes.
“No. It’s just been a while…”
That answer was just as good. I thrusted into her with my hand tightly wrapped around her hair. Every time I slid inside her, I was greeted by moisture that continued to pool for me. I pressed my face close to hers as I moved, wanting to do so many things at once. I wanted to suck her nipples into my mouth, finger her ass, and slap her across the face all at the same time.