Hooked Up: Book 3 by Arianne Richmonde Page A

Make-up sex. I couldn’t wait a second more. I had to get my tailored pants off—my dick was wedged uncomfortably beneath the fine wool fabric like a massive steel rod. I closed in on Pearl, pinioning her wrists above her head with one hand as I slowly unzipped her jeans with the other. She let me, as she nipped her bottom lip between her teeth and moaned quietly. I eased my hand inside her panties and felt her oozing moisture trapped there, waiting to explode.
    I growled into her mouth as I kissed her, my fingers entering her liquid warmth, “That’s it, no more drama games, Pearl—you want this as much as I do.”
    I gathered her in my arms, carried her into the bedroom and threw her on the bed. Being a gentleman was not the first thing on my mind in that moment. The scene that ensued was hectic, wild, both of us like savage beasts. We ripped off our respective clothing, both acting like a pair of jungle cats in heat. Pearl spread herself out like a starfish—libidinous—on the bed. I lay on top of her, no time to lose. But ever the little actress, she then squeezed her thighs together, trying not to let me enter her, meanwhile kissing me frantically, her slick pool beckoning me to stretch her wide open. She wanted me to ravage her. Play the dominant.
    “Don’t pretend you don’t want this,” I said, my hips pumping into her as I fucked her dripping wet clit. “You want me to despoil your tight little pussy?” The crown of my cock was going to detonate any second. I kept the rhythm up, sliding my length up and down her slit, the pressure of her tight, worked-out thighs like vices around my dick, not letting me in. This game was really arousing me—Pearl’s thighs squeezing the sides of my cock as she whimpered and moaned beneath me.
    “Oh baby, fucking you is like flying on a cloud straight to Heaven.” I grabbed the mane of her hair as I fucked that nub relentlessly until she couldn’t hold out any longer—she opened her thighs and I slipped right in. Deep. Cramming her full. Oh fuck!
    “This wet, hot pussy can’t deny me, baby. Whatever your brain tells it to do, it has a mind of its own.” I slammed into her hard and she cried out. I made little circular movements, my hips grinding round and round as I found her G-spot—her already sensitized clit was swollen like a ripe fruit.
    She opened her thighs even farther, maneuvering her body and hooking her ankles around my neck, bucking her hips up at me, as she clawed her nails into my ass and started shuddering beneath me. Usually she screamed, but this time she started weeping. “I’m coming, baby,” she whimpered through tears, “I’m coming so hard.”
    My button was pressed. My thick cock expanded even more as I felt her pussy contract around me, sucking me in, gobbling me up with its avaricious grasp. I thrust back and forth mercilessly, and she started screaming as I exploded inside her, my scorching seed shooting into her womb. I sucked her neck like a vampire needing blood. I had to have her taste on my tongue; I needed to mark her. As I pumped my orgasm into her, she climaxed again. I accentuated my thrusts with each word. “I. Love. Fucking. You. My cock thinks about you. All. Day. Long. All. Fucking. Day. Long. Your. Wet. Pearlette. Always. Ready to be fucked by my . . . Big. Hard. Horny. Cock.” More of my cum spurted inside her as I moved my mouth from her neck to her lips and lashed my tongue on hers, sucking, licking, locking together. The rampant carnal fireworks between us were insane.
    “Are you cured of your cock phobia?” I asked, knowing the answer as she moaned into my mouth.
    “Oh yeah, oh God Alexandre, as long as it’s you. I’m still coming, baby . . . oh my God!”
    There was no way we could stay apart anymore. We were addicted to each other. We had to fuck like this every day. We had to satiate each other’s craving for one another.
    For the next twelve hours it was intermittent sparring, followed by