Page 34 of The Pursuit of Happiness (Satan’s Angels #2)

He uses both hands to push my thighs apart wider so that he can get a better look at my soaked panties.

I want to move my arms, to touch him, but I don’t.

The truth is that the sensation of giving myself to him fully is more arousing than anything I’ve ever experienced and I want more.

I didn’t know Sly had this dominant side to him, this aggressive and hungry side, but I’m not complaining.

Sly meets my eyes with his briefly and the dark, primal look in them has me wanting to clench my thighs together for some friction.

He uses one finger to trace my pussy lips through my thong, focusing most on the wetness soaking the thin piece of fabric.

“You’re so fucking wet, Kane. I can’t wait to sink my cock into you. ”

I clench my jaw in anticipation. I want his cock in me.

Bad. Real bad. He uses two fingers to push my panties to the side, exposing my smooth folds.

A low growl escapes his throat as he spreads the slickness of my juices all over my pussy, making a mess of me.

He slows his movements after a moment and lowers his fingers until they rest against my entrance.

He presses one finger inside of me slowly and I groan as my walls grip his finger.

He slowly removes it and puts it back in, creating a rhythm the same way he did at the club. I moan and he asks, “Do you want another?”

Fuck, yes. “Please,” I whimper.

He adds another finger and I groan as his long fingers curl inside of me.

He lowers his face as he continues his movements with his fingers, his mouth only an inch away from my pussy.

“I’ve been dying to taste this pussy for years, Kane.

” I want to moan just from the words coming out of his mouth, but I try my best to silence myself, more focused on the anticipation of his mouth on me.

When his mouth closes around my pussy, my thighs squeeze the sides of his head as he relentlessly fucks me with his fingers.

He times his strokes with the movements of his tongue on my clit and the sensation is so otherworldly.

I’ve never felt this good, not from a vibrator and certainly not from a man.

God, he even eats pussy perfectly. Is there anything Slater Nicks can’t do?

He flicks my clit with his tongue as his fingers curl inside of me, hitting that very specific spot.

I feel heat spreading from inside of me like fireworks are going off in my lower abdomen.

The heat only grows more intense with each flick of his tongue or stroke of his fingers.

In a matter of moments I know I’m about to come.

He must sense my orgasm is coming because he picks up his pace, becoming more aggressive.

The warmth becomes too much and I cry out as my orgasm tears through me, “Fuck!” I cry out.

He withdraws his fingers and removes his mouth from my pussy as the aftershocks of my orgasm start to fade and sits on his heels, taking in the sight of me, flushed and breathless.

I watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, “Your pussy tastes even better than I thought it would, which was already delicious.”

I try to catch my breath, “Fuck, Sly,”

He grins, “Yeah, baby. Keep saying my name. The more you say it the more it’ll stick that all of your orgasms belong to me.”

I lay spread out for him and he slowly begins to rise from the bed.

I watch as he removes his sweatpants and they fall to his ankles, revealing an array of patchwork tattoos on his thighs and legs that I didn’t know he had.

I love the way patchwork tattoos look on any person, but on Sly?

The thought has me ready to come again just from looking at him.

He removes his boxers next and they fall to the floor along with his sweats.

His cock bobs up, his tip already glistening with precum.

I feel my mouth watering at the sight of him.

His length is impressive, thick in just the right way and long in a way that has me sure I may need to be placed on bedrest for a few days after he fucks me.

He walks back over to the bed, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock as he starts pumping himself.

I open my legs wider for him with a wicked little smirk on my lips and watch as he settles himself between my legs, his tip pressing against my entrance.

He slides his tip through my folds and pauses as he meets my eyes, “I’m clean, but if you want me to put a condom on I-”

“No. I want to feel you without a condom.” He must like my answer because he grins, lining his tip up with my entrance with slight pressure.

“I’m on the pill and I’m clean.” I add, but he doesn’t seem to care as he presses the tip inside of me.

I groan as his cock stretches me to accommodate his size.

He slowly pushes until he’s all the way inside and my eyes practically roll to the back of my head.

I want to wrap my arms around him but my arms are still tangled into my sweatshirt like makeshift restraints.

He lowers his face as he rests inside of me, all the way to the hilt, and kisses me.

I kiss him back and he removes my sweatshirt from my arms and I immediately wrap them around his neck, my fingers trailing through his hair.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he praises as he slowly withdraws his cock from inside me before pushing back in.

I bring his lips back to mine and kiss him. His hand wraps around my throat in the way that I’m growing to become addicted to and I moan as he starts to pick up his pace, fucking me harder, his skin slapping against mine.

He gently squeezes the base of my throat as he asserts, his voice breathy, “After this, I don’t want to hear that this was a mistake and that we should just be friends.”

I shake my head, “You won’t. I’m tired of lying to us both.”

Sly grins as he bites his lip and continues pounding into me, “Good because after this, you’re mine, Kane. There’s no going back now. Your orgasms are mine, your pussy is mine, and that beautiful brain of yours is mine.”

I close my eyes as the sensations reach up to pull me under the surface of pleasure and into the abyss, “I’m okay with that, but only if you belong to me too.”

He laughs, “I’ve always belonged to you, Kane.

You just didn’t realize or notice.” There’s an edge of pain to his voice and I harp on it for a minute, wondering if he’s referring to my constant rejection, but it seems like something deeper than that.

I don’t get to focus on it for too long because his pace becomes more rapid.

His free hand lowers to my clit, his thumb and index finger pinching the bundle of nerves and making me moan in pleasure. God, I am so glad my neighbors are acres and acres away right now because I’m being so loud a noise complaint would be filed had this been a normal neighborhood.

He continues his pace and with each stroke, he gets more and more aggressive. I love every thrust, every groan, and every single second of this. In a matter of moments I feel another orgasm coming and once it tears through me, I scream in pleasure, my legs shaking as my walls tighten around him.

“Holy shit, Kane. You’re pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” he groans, an animalistic expression on his face.

His filthy words are enough to have another orgasm coming and he only furthers it by rolling me onto my side and propping my leg up higher on the bed so he can fuck me from a new angle.

I fist the sheets so tightly that my knuckles are turning white and my eyes are squeezing shut.

“Don’t close your eyes. I want your eyes on me while I fuck you,” he commands and I obey, meeting his gaze over my shoulder.

He continues his thrusts as he stimulates my clit again and in moments, as our bodies and souls connect and become one, I feel his thrusts growing slower, more labored, and I know his orgasm is coming.

“Come with me, baby,” he demands, his voice dripping honey.

And I obey. As his orgasm comes and he groans in pleasure, I cry out with pleasure of my own, my entire body convulsing in ecstasy.

Sly stops his thrusts as he spills inside of me and the shocks of my orgasm settle.

We’re a panting mess of limbs as he slowly pulls out of me and flips me so that I lay belly up to him.

He drops onto the bed beside me and pulls me into his side, wrapping an arm around me.

I turn on my side to rest my head against his chest as he pulls the comforter and sheets over us.

We lay there silently for a few minutes and I use the opportunity to let what we just did sink in. I expected to feel lingering remnants of my previous insecurities that caused me to push him away, but they don’t come for me. They don’t make me hate myself and everything I’ve ever done.

I make circles on his chest, which is slick with sweat, with my fingertips and wonder why I’m so fucking stubborn.

Why is it so hard for me to accept what I want?

Why am I so hellbent on being miserable?

I realize it’s because I’ve been rejected by my parents and by the man I used to think was my forever.

The only people who have never rejected me are my friends and Sly.

Well, Kiko and Taz too, but Taz I’m kinda iffy about because he only loves me when food is involved.

I make a promise to myself right in this room with my head on Sly’s chest and our bodies pressed together.

I promise myself that I’m done letting others dictate how I see myself and that I need to stop living for what other people want and start living for what I want. And what I want is Slater Nicks.

He presses a kiss to my head and plays with the blue strands of my hair as he whispers, “What was on your phone before?”

I freeze. I’d almost forgotten that Duncan had texted me again. Duncan has ruined so much of my life, I won’t let him ruin this moment with Sly. “Not now. Ask me anything else, but that is not on the table for tonight. I don’t want to ruin this.”

He sighs and I worry that he may get angry at me for denying him answers, but he changes the subject, “I wasn’t joking when I said there’s no going back now, Aria. I don’t know if you said it in the haste of the moment, but I mean it. I want you and I won’t give you up.”

I smile even though he can’t see my face, “I wasn’t joking either, Sly.”

“So we’re doing this?”

I nod, a swirl of anxiousness swimming in my gut. It isn’t a bad kind of anxiety, it’s a good kind if that even exists. “But I have a few requests.”

“Let’s hear them.”

I move my face so that I look directly into his eyes, “I don’t want to tell the girls yet. Let them think for a little longer that this is fake. I want us to enjoy it before everyone else has an opinion.”

He frowns, “You realize everyone already thinks we’re together, right?”

I roll my eyes, “Not Brody, Ivory, and Selene.” I almost forget but quickly add, “Harvey and Dallas, too.”

He takes a deep breath and nods, “Okay, fine. We won’t tell them right away. Any other requests?”

“We need to have strong communication,” I demand.

Sly nods, “Done. Anything else?”

I think for a moment and don’t come up with any other serious rules I want to set in place. I smirk, “One more thing. That thing you do with your tongue on my clit? I need that again.”

He grins like a viper that’s trying to seduce a mouse and growls, “Done.” Pleased, I rest my head on his chest and relax, but he has other plans for me as he disappears under the sheets until his breath is on my pussy and my thighs are wrapped around his head.