Page 39 of The New York Nighthawks, Vol. 2

DEMPSEY

That kiss we shared in the car made me painfully hard, and I was on the edge of losing my mind. I doubted Skye had any idea how she affected me, and I told myself to slow the fuck down so I wouldn’t terrify her with the intensity of my hunger.

I rushed around to her side of the car, opened the door, and reached down to help her out. Fuck, I loved the way her delicate little hand felt enveloped in mine. Tugging her to me, I bent my head down and pressed another hot, needy kiss against her soft, slightly swollen lips.

I flicked my tongue against the seam of her mouth, and she opened for me.

Then she whimpered, making it clear that she was as hungry for this kiss as I was.

And fuck, the sound added fuel to the burning need inside me.

It hadn’t even been a minute since our lips had been pressed together in the car, but I was already greedy to taste her again.

I slid my arms around her waist and down to cup her ass.

With a firm grip, I lifted her and cradled her against my chest as I bumped the car door closed with my hip.

For who-the-hell-knows how long, I plundered her mouth until we were breathless.

The sound of an engine turning over reminded me where we were, and I reluctantly set Skye back on her feet.

Then I grabbed her bags from the back before I clicked the key fob to lock the car, keeping one arm around her waist as I quickly steered her to the elevator.

I held her curled into my side, not wanting to break the contact because I loved feeling the heat between us.

I punched the button to call the elevator so hard I nearly broke it, then I looked down at her with heavy-lidded eyes, and my cock pulsed in response to the haze of lust in her beautiful brown eyes.

When the lift arrived, I pulled her inside and swiped my card for the penthouse before wrapping her up in my arms again.

My engorged shaft pressed into her belly, and I didn’t bother trying to hide what she was doing to me.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, baby,” I rasped, my voice tight from the effort it was taking to stay in control.

Skye bit her lip, and her cheeks flushed a sweet pink color, reminding me just how innocent she was. If I didn’t rein in my passion, I was going to hurt her, and that was the last thing I wanted.

But I didn’t have it in me to play games. My ring was already on her finger, so although it was soon, maybe it was time to give her a glimpse of what I felt for her. I wanted my wife to understand what was between us, and what it meant for our future.

I grabbed Skye’s wrist and guided her hand between us, pressing her palm onto the large, thick bulge in my pants.

“Do you feel what you do to me, baby? I want you so bad it hurts.”

Skye’s eyes widened, and she glanced down at my throbbing cock, then up at me through the dark fringe of her eyelashes, not realizing how sultry and sexy it made her look.

She looked hesitant, but it was outweighed by curiosity, and after a second, she gently squeezed.

I groaned at the heady sensation and bucked against her hand but held back the impulse to grind my raging hard-on against her palm.

“It hurts?” she asked timidly.

I nodded and framed her face with my hands, staring at her with unshuttered eyes.

“Bad enough that I’m tempted to fuck you right here in the elevator.

I want to bury myself deep inside you and hear your screams bounce off the walls.

” Her mouth formed a cute little O, and she blinked rapidly, clearly taken aback by my bold words.

“That’s how much you affect me, Skye. My self-control is hanging by a very frayed thread right now. ”

The elevator came to a stop, and I shifted her so she was tucked into my side as we exited, wheeling her carry-on with the shoulder bag on top. I used my key card again to open my front door, then I slammed it shut, let go of her bags, and pushed her back up against the hard surface.

She’d bit her lip again and was chewing nervously as she carefully avoided my gaze.

I tugged her lip from between her teeth and nibbled it as I slipped one of my hands beneath her dress and slid it up her curvy thigh until I was cupping her sex.

Her panties were soaked through, and the heat from her pussy practically burned my hand.

“I know you want me as much as I want you,” I said raggedly.

Skye slowly brought her eyes back to meet mine, and I was so fucking proud of her when she didn’t shy away from me and nodded.

At her admission, I almost passed out as all the blood in my body rushed to my dick. Then she moved, shifting her legs so they were slightly apart. Pink flooded her cheeks, and I marveled at how she could be so damn adorable and sexy at the same time.

It also prompted a question I needed to ask.

“Baby, are you a virgin?”

Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of crimson, and she bit her lip before nodding.

I had a feeling. “That’s…thank you for giving me your first,” I murmured as I brushed a soft kiss over her lips. And only, I added to myself.

She smiled shyly, and it was like a shot of lust straight to my dick.

I reminded myself that her innocence, along with her tiny size meant I needed to be gentle with her.

To prepare her before I filled her with my long, fat cock.

I wanted her first time to be so incredible that she became addicted to me.

It was only fair since I’d become a junkie the moment we met.

And I knew it was only going to get worse once I tasted her.

My breathing turned ragged as I slipped my hand inside her panties so I could palm her naked mound and dip two fingers between her slick folds.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.” I groaned and buried my face in her hair, breathing in the floral scent of her shampoo, shaking with need as I coated my fingers in her pussy juices, then slid my fingers up to massage her clit.

“Dempsey…” Skye moaned, gripping my biceps, her fingers digging into the muscles.

Pre-come leaked from my cock, and I gritted my teeth as the caveman inside me demanded I take my woman and make her mine.

I might have told Skye this was a marriage of convenience to get her to agree to marry me, but I’d been all in since the beginning.

I was in so deep I wouldn’t be able to live without her.

There was no going back now. I would never let her go.

I needed to show her just how serious I was about building a life with her.

I hoisted Skye up, wrapping her legs around my waist and nestling her sweet pussy over my stiff cock.

It was straining against the fabric of my pants, and I was a little shocked my shaft hadn’t ripped right through the material.

As I walked us back to my bedroom, the movement caused friction between our centers, and Skye whimpered and squirmed.

Grabbing her ass in a tight hold, I looked her in the eyes and gritted out, “Baby, if you don’t stop that wiggling, you’re gonna find yourself shoved up against the nearest wall with my big cock filling your tight, virgin pussy. And I refuse to take you like that for our first time together.”

Skye sucked in a breath, and my knees went a little weak at the fire burning in her gaze. For a second, it looked like she might actually argue with me.

“Don’t test me, Skye. If you break my control, once you’ve recovered, I’m going to redden your ass until you can’t sit down for a week.”

Her mouth fell open, and I used the opportunity to cover it with my own, sweeping my tongue inside and devouring her as I stalked to the bed.

When I finally let her up for air, her flushed skin and kiss-swollen lips tempted me to dive back in, but I was impatient to finally feel her skin against mine.

I needed her naked. Needed to touch every inch of her silky skin.

I was fucking desperate to be inside her, but that would have to wait because I wouldn’t take her until I’d made absolutely certain my sweet little virgin bride was ready for me when I entered her for the first time.

I gently set her down next to the bed, and my eyes swept over her pretty dress. “I need to see all of you...now,” I demanded.

Skye smiled shyly and lifted her arms above her head.

I helped her take off her dress, then unhooked her bra and groaned when her big tits spilled out into my waiting hands.

If I hadn’t been so desperate to bare her completely, I might have paid them some attention right then, but I would have plenty of time for that. We had all night.

I dropped to my knees and cupped her hips, pulling her forward so I could bury my nose between her thighs. After a deep inhale, I dipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down so she could step out of them.

“Sexy as fuck, baby,” I grunted, licking my lips at the sight of her glistening folds and the shine of her arousal coating her thighs.

I leaned in and placed a gentle kiss just above her neatly trimmed slit, then stood back up.

With a hand on each shoulder, I pushed her down onto the bed, then nudged her to lie back.

Then I gestured for her to move to the center, and she scooted over, keeping her legs pressed together.

I shook my head. “Don’t hide from me, Skye. I’m your husband”—I loved the sound of that—“so spread them.” My lips curved into a satisfied smile when she slowly parted her legs, giving me room to kneel between her thighs and push them as wide as they could comfortably go.

“Um…” She blushed but didn’t take her gaze from mine as she asked, “What about you?”

“I need to keep my clothes on for right now,” I explained. “It’s pretty much the only thing keeping me in control.”

Sliding my hands up her thick thighs, my mouth watered at the feel of her hot, silky skin. I used my thumbs to open her pussy lips, and my cock leaked. Not that it mattered, I could feel the mess I’d already created in my pants. They were ruined anyway.