That’s when he pulled back.
Aiyanna’s eyes opened wide.
“Ask me for it,” Julian stated simply. His cock was so hard it hurt and he had to either free himself or risk permanent zipper marks on his flesh.
“Julian.” Her chest rose and fell with every hard breath.
He pressed another slow lingering kiss to the inside of her right thigh before whispering, “Ask me for it, Hermosa. And I promise I’ll give it to you.”
Watching the self battle play out over her features was fun to say the least. She wanted to let go but didn’t know how.
Finally, she softly said, “Please.”
That was enough for him. Julian kicked his jeans and boxers off, positioned himself between her legs and thrust into her with one smooth motion. The warm, wet heat of her pussy greeted him and it felt like pure nirvana. The sensation of her wrapping around his cock made him realize exactly how many an empire had risen and been decimated in one fell swoop because of this special place on a woman’s body.
He could understand how it drove men crazy; how it made them possessive and needy. Because the very thought of another man touching what he now claimed as his had Julian shoving his tongue into her mouth again as he jackhammered his hips; making sure she felt all of him, making sure she understood exactly who possessed her body at the moment. Aiyanna gave as good as she got, her hips lifting at every pass to connect with his in a motion that had flesh slapping against flesh.
Julian pushed her legs back into her chest and watched as tears of pleasure crested her lids. Her mouth opened but no sound left except moans and the occasional call of his name. And when she came, squeezing his dick hard enough to snap it in two, a gush of warm sticky honey greeting his length, he followed her right over the edge as he tried not to swallow his own tongue.
Chapter Eight
“Lalani, if you knock on my desk again, death shall become you,” Aiyanna growled, not lifting her head from its resting position on her folded arms. Tired, she was so damned tired. Julian had kept her up all night since it was the first time she’d gotten to see him all week. A month later and his house was finally complete. That meant she had plenty of time to work on other projects—which also meant it ate into their time together. Something her cowboy had expressed his displeasure for clearly the night before.
Apparently, taking a retired bull rider for a spin without stretching first was a bad idea. No matter how many hot soaks she’d taken, Aiyanna still couldn’t shake the soreness from her previously underused muscles.
“Do I get a scythe?” her friend asked with way too much morning cheer.
“Didn’t we have this conversation before? Large blades of any kind are never to be in your possession again. And what happens if I do catch you with one?”
Lalani poked out her bottom lip. “You call my ex-parole officer?”
“Precisely. Now why are you in here instead of torturing Dastan or John?”
Lalani leaned back in her chair. “Oh, because we have a code blue.”
Aiyanna’s head snapped up. “You set something on fire again?”
“No! That’s a code red.”
Frowning, she asked, “Are you sure because I could’ve sworn we—”
“For God’s sake A.J., your mother is in the waiting area.”
Aiyanna froze and blinked. “I’m sorry,” she chuckled. “I thought you just said my mother is in the waiting area.”
Lalani’s look was sympathetic. “She is, sweetheart. And she wants you.”
She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her temples. She’d managed to avoid her mother for almost a month now but Aiyanna knew it could only last for so long. “Okay, how bad do I look?”
“You look like Julian fucked you through the headboard.” Lalani shrugged.
“Wonderful.” She sighed and stood, stretching the tired muscles of her back and shoulders before deciding it was time to face the woman who’d spawned her.
Aiyanna found Evelyn
Aiyanna’s eyes opened wide.
“Ask me for it,” Julian stated simply. His cock was so hard it hurt and he had to either free himself or risk permanent zipper marks on his flesh.
“Julian.” Her chest rose and fell with every hard breath.
He pressed another slow lingering kiss to the inside of her right thigh before whispering, “Ask me for it, Hermosa. And I promise I’ll give it to you.”
Watching the self battle play out over her features was fun to say the least. She wanted to let go but didn’t know how.
Finally, she softly said, “Please.”
That was enough for him. Julian kicked his jeans and boxers off, positioned himself between her legs and thrust into her with one smooth motion. The warm, wet heat of her pussy greeted him and it felt like pure nirvana. The sensation of her wrapping around his cock made him realize exactly how many an empire had risen and been decimated in one fell swoop because of this special place on a woman’s body.
He could understand how it drove men crazy; how it made them possessive and needy. Because the very thought of another man touching what he now claimed as his had Julian shoving his tongue into her mouth again as he jackhammered his hips; making sure she felt all of him, making sure she understood exactly who possessed her body at the moment. Aiyanna gave as good as she got, her hips lifting at every pass to connect with his in a motion that had flesh slapping against flesh.
Julian pushed her legs back into her chest and watched as tears of pleasure crested her lids. Her mouth opened but no sound left except moans and the occasional call of his name. And when she came, squeezing his dick hard enough to snap it in two, a gush of warm sticky honey greeting his length, he followed her right over the edge as he tried not to swallow his own tongue.
Chapter Eight
“Lalani, if you knock on my desk again, death shall become you,” Aiyanna growled, not lifting her head from its resting position on her folded arms. Tired, she was so damned tired. Julian had kept her up all night since it was the first time she’d gotten to see him all week. A month later and his house was finally complete. That meant she had plenty of time to work on other projects—which also meant it ate into their time together. Something her cowboy had expressed his displeasure for clearly the night before.
Apparently, taking a retired bull rider for a spin without stretching first was a bad idea. No matter how many hot soaks she’d taken, Aiyanna still couldn’t shake the soreness from her previously underused muscles.
“Do I get a scythe?” her friend asked with way too much morning cheer.
“Didn’t we have this conversation before? Large blades of any kind are never to be in your possession again. And what happens if I do catch you with one?”
Lalani poked out her bottom lip. “You call my ex-parole officer?”
“Precisely. Now why are you in here instead of torturing Dastan or John?”
Lalani leaned back in her chair. “Oh, because we have a code blue.”
Aiyanna’s head snapped up. “You set something on fire again?”
“No! That’s a code red.”
Frowning, she asked, “Are you sure because I could’ve sworn we—”
“For God’s sake A.J., your mother is in the waiting area.”
Aiyanna froze and blinked. “I’m sorry,” she chuckled. “I thought you just said my mother is in the waiting area.”
Lalani’s look was sympathetic. “She is, sweetheart. And she wants you.”
She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her temples. She’d managed to avoid her mother for almost a month now but Aiyanna knew it could only last for so long. “Okay, how bad do I look?”
“You look like Julian fucked you through the headboard.” Lalani shrugged.
“Wonderful.” She sighed and stood, stretching the tired muscles of her back and shoulders before deciding it was time to face the woman who’d spawned her.
Aiyanna found Evelyn
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