Page 65 of Ballistic

Eyes on me, she kept her hands on the counter, gripping the porcelain, and I dipped into her satiny folds, taking in the soft flesh that closed in around my fingers, sucking them inside with slippery invitation. The wet sounds echoed in the bathroom as I withdrew and pushed, pumping in and out of her, sluicing my skin with her juices. Warm fluids dripped down my knuckles and my eager cock lurched in response. I released her neck to slide my palm along the back of her thigh, guiding her leg up onto the low-set counter, and nearly lost it when her beautiful pink shell opened up for me.

“Jesus Christ, you’re perfect. Perfect fit for my fingers.” I licked the shell of her ear and lowered my voice to a whisper. “I can’t wait to have my dick inside you, little lynx.”

Looking down her nose, she swallowed hard and closed her eyes.

“Don’t close your eyes, baby. Watch what I do to you.”

Her eyelids fluttered open again, and I took a moment to suck her juices from my fingers, letting her watch as I savored her sweetness.

“You taste so fucking good.” I plunged my digits again, catching the spine-tingling view in the mirror’s reflection, as they disappeared, knuckle-deep, inside her pussy and shimmered on the withdrawal. The way her brows came together in a cross between agony and ecstasy, her body sagging against me, served as the reward that brought a smile to my face. “You’re ready for me, yeah?”

“Yes,” she whispered, grinding her wet mound into my palm.

“Good. ‘Cause I can’t wait any more.” I turned her around and, hands beneath her thighs, lifted her up onto the counter. With a sweep of my hand, I pushed the toothbrushes and soap dish out of the way, because somehow shit always ended up broken when I had sex.

I slid her ass closer, leaned down to kiss the scar on her stomach, and her muscles flinched at my touch.

“Please. No foreplay. Just fuck me.”

Pressing my forehead to hers, I breathed hard in an effort to will away the urge to eat her out right there on the bathroom sink, my tongue twitching at the missed opportunity. I hooked finger beneath her chin to tip her head back, eyes set to a warning. “I’ll let you call the shots the first time, Nic, because this about you, not me. You want fast and hard? I’ll do whatever you want. But at some point tonight, I’m gonna take my time with you. I’m gonna taste every inch of your skin and kiss every one of your scars. Have my tongue buried so deep in that pussy you won’t know even remember your own name. After that, I’m going to fuck you slow, so goddamn slow you’ll be begging to come at the same time you’re telling me not to stop. And that’ll be for me. Not you.”

I didn’t even give that a moment to sink in, before I swiped up the condom beside us and slicked it down my painfully hard dick. Spreading her knees to the side, I positioned myself at her entrance, taking in the lust drunk expression plastered to her face. Cockhead eager and swollen, notched just inside her soft folds, I flexed my ass to keep from driving hard, and inched deeper. I wanted to rut the fuck out of her, like wild animals, but her eyes tempered my control. Warm whiskey set me straight, calming the urges inside me.

If she thought one quick romp between her thighs was the height of pleasure, she was in for a surprise. I was known for two things when it came to sex—a curious tongue and a hungry dick—both of which had a tendency to consume a meal like the French.

Licking her lips, she settled her attention on my cock and reached down to touch my apadravya piercing through the condom, rubbing her thumb over the silver pearls sticking out from either side of the head of it. Her delicate little caresses only heightened the merciless need pounding through me, aching for release only she could give me.

I eased myself inside of her, catching the tip of her brows that told me it was too much at once.

Her smooth wet walls clamped over my shaft, sucking me deeper into her warmth, and I tipped my head back, clenched my jaw to keep from slamming into her. Because she felt so fucking good, I could’ve drilled a hole right through her belly, as eager as I was to get balls deep in that heat. The slick sounds that chased my withdrawal only urged me to plunge forward again, and when I pumped in rhythm, with her juices coating my skin, those sounds skated down my spine in ripples of ecstasy. A symphony of my ruin.

Soft moans filled the room, her sweet scent seasoning the air, stirring my instincts, and I stared down at her face, at the beautiful glow that flushed her skin. She arched into me, pressing her breasts into my chest and I dipped my head to clamp my lips across one of her nipples. Pouty bottom lip caught between her teeth, she braced her hand on the sink, and a soft, needy sound urged me along, as she squirmed against me.

I upped the pace, until the glide inside of her was finally smooth enough to thrust to the hilt, and she arched higher, while I shook off the dizziness.

My little lynx was tight, so goddamn tight, I needed to bite down on something to cast off the violence begging my muscles to take her hard, amid the sweet agony of holding back. Perhaps my favorite part of fucking.

In the mirror’s reflection, I caught the dark expression on my face, standing over her as she tipped her head back like a sacrifice waiting to be consumed by pure evil.

I drove again. Again.

She wrapped her arms around me, as though holding on for dear life.

Her nails scored my back, the faint sting marking their path up to my shoulder blades trampled by the rush of blood and excitement pulsing through my veins.

In and out, I drove my cock deep inside of her, watching her eyes roll back, her mouth hanging slack. I’d been told the piercing added just enough pressure inside to feel incredible against the G-spot, but with Nicoleta, I wanted her comfortable. I didn’t want a second of it to be painful.

“Does it hurt, baby?”

Her head shook frantically, before her chest led a sharp arc of her body. Her mouth gaped, and the moan that escaped her came from deep in her belly, while she blindly grasped at the countertop, as if to steady herself. She looked possessed, lost in some unseen fantasy I’d have given anything to pry on.

“Harder, Dax. I want it harder.”

I pulled out of her and flipped her onto her stomach, yanking just enough on her short-cropped hair to kick her head back, to let her watch the two of us. With her ass high in the air, I entered her pussy again, biting my tongue to remind myself to go slow, and palmed one of her tits, kneading the plump flesh like a goddamn stress ball.

“How’s that, Nic? This how you want to be fucked?” I whispered in her ear, hammering my hips into the back of her damp thighs.

In the mirror’s reflection, she nodded, her tits bouncing in celebration with every slam of my dick. Digging my fingers into her ass, I spread her apart and stared down at the tiny, forbidden entrance I’d hoped to introduce to my dick at some point. Instead, I pressed my thumb against it, massaging her there, and she jerked forward.