Page 30 of The Tempo of Truth (The Monsters Duet #3)
I grunted Winnie’s name and forced myself to ease up when I heard her gag.
Her eyes were starting to water, and her cheeks were stained bright pink.
Once I gave her some breathing room, the tip of her tongue flicked over the leaking slit and circled the head of my cock.
I could feel my heartbeat with every throb of my rigid erection, and my breathing started to sound obnoxiously loud in the dark and quiet room.
When Winnie’s fingers began to tickle my thigh and scratch their way to what was hanging tight and twitching with sensitivity between my legs, I had to pull her off my dick before I came down her throat and turned the few stolen hours we had into a handful of minutes instead.
Winnie was unsteady as I struggled to kick off the battered motorcycle boots and free myself from the jeans.
Before I tossed everything in a pile next to the leather jacket, I fished a condom out of my wallet and handed it to her.
Winnie blinked at the little foil packet while I reached out to pull off the rest of her clothing.
I really liked her delicate lace bra and the silk stockings attached to a garter that matched.
Her undergarments were deceptively sexy, hidden under designer workwear.
It was honestly very representative of Winnie’s personality.
On the outside, she was polished and nearly perfect.
She wasn’t scared to do something big, like take over the family business with the universe watching.
But inside, she was a romantic. A dreamer.
She was a woman willing to take risks in the boardroom and the bedroom.
I forgot how to think for a second as I stared at her. She brought me back to reality when she tapped the corner of the condom on my chest. “You learned your lesson after that night, it seems.”
I popped the clasp of her bra, then dropped to my knees so I could fuck around with a stocking.
I dropped kisses across her stomach and licked a trail across her hip bones before telling her, “I told you, I knew it was you that night, even if I was wasted. I’ve never slept with anyone without protection except for you. You’re different.”
I wanted to write my name across her chest and declare ownership.
Her body was a bounty of soft curves and sweet reactions.
I kissed the inside of her knee and felt her shiver as I rolled the clearly expensive fabric down her leg.
I was surprised to find a tattoo on the top of her foot that I had never noticed before.
It was a perfectly rendered willow tree with Lowe’s name hidden along the curved trunk.
It was done in black and gray, with incredible detail, and suited her very much.
My head was level with her waist when I straightened up. I stared at the place between her legs with greedy intent. While that night long ago wasn’t very clear, I could still recall the way Winnie tasted.
Like forbidden fruit.
Knowing I was eating something I shouldn’t, made her sweeter than all the rest.
It was Winnie’s turn to rake her fingers through my hair as I leaned closer to drag my tongue through her tempting folds.
She was already wet, and her body shivered uncontrollably when I lapped at her hidden clit.
It wasn’t very romantic foreplay, but she didn’t seem to mind the rush.
She stepped closer and let me guide one of her thighs onto my shoulder so she was leaning against my mouth and trusting me to hold her in place because her balance was off, and her knees weakened as soon as the tip of my tongue darted into her eager entrance.
“What makes me different, Ky?” Winnie’s voice was breathless and strained as she asked the question. My mouth was occupied eating her out for all I was worth, so I didn’t stop to answer her.
Her body undulated in my hands, and her pussy quaked with excitement against my tongue. I had a hand holding the back of her leg, which I moved up so I could squeeze her rounded backside. One of my favorite things about her was the tactile way her soft body felt in my hands.
If anyone looked at my dating history, they would find that I often slept with a certain type of woman.
All women had their special appeal, but the kind that was confident enough to use and be used by a guy like me was definitely not pliable and supple like Winnie was.
There wasn’t any part of her that was hard, and that’s what made her so dangerous.
I heard her gasp my name, and her hips shifted closer to my face. My tongue was getting a workout, and the head of my dick was leaking pre-cum. There was a steady buzz filling my head as her taste coated my tongue.
The next second, I was on my back on the hotel room floor.
Thankfully, the carpet was thick, so I didn’t give myself a concussion or jack up my still-healing shoulder.
It was unclear which one of us lost their balance.
Before I could get up and drag her to the massive bed in the middle of the room, she straddled my waist and hurriedly slipped the condom I gave her over my aching dick.
Her movements were slightly clumsy, and just as I was about to tease her about it, she grabbed my cock with one hand and braced herself with the other on my chest. Her eyes were wide with pleasure as she slowly lowered herself down over the heated length aching to sink into that special spot between her legs. .
I couldn’t believe we were fucking on the floor, or that she was so impatient she couldn’t wait for a more suitable spot.
Her eyes glittered at me as she started to move herself up and down, riding my erection like she’d been waiting for this moment forever.
“Since you’re the only person I’ve ever slept with, I’ve never had practical practice putting a condom on anyone. I’ve only ever done it in health class.” She tossed her head back and picked up speed. Her hair coiled against the top of my thighs and slithered across my skin in an unexpected caress.
I lifted a hand to stroke the back of my knuckles across her bouncing breasts and narrowed my eyes as her nipple puckered at my touch. She was responsive as hell, and all her private and special parts were uniquely stunning. She was the prettiest shade of pale pink all over.
I trapped the stiffened point between my fingers and asked in disbelief, “You didn’t sleep with anyone else after that night?
” She was an heiress and ridiculously beautiful.
Not to mention, her kindness and compassion practically glowed from within her.
There was no chance she didn’t have men trying to get with her every minute of the day.
I flipped us over, making sure to protect the back of her head. We simultaneously moaned in an embarrassingly loud way as I sank fully into her welcoming body. One of her legs wrapped around my waist as I started to thrust steadily, ignoring the burn of the carpet on my knees.
I gave her a hard kiss and felt sorry for every other man on the planet because they would never know how amazing it felt to be lost inside of her.
When her lips were free, Winnie muttered, “I was a kid with a kid, and I jumped around a lot. I was busy raising Lowe, trying to finish school, and train within the company. I spent a lot of time in foreign countries, not speaking the language, and not knowing the customs. You know how tough that is.” She blinked at me, her long eyelashes shielding her gaze.
“Besides, I’m a Halliday. We don’t settle for anything other than our first choice. ”
Her words cut something loose inside me.
It felt like fireworks were going off in my brain, and my heart was covered in warm, melted chocolate.
I moved against her like I was trying to fuck her through the floor or imprint myself so deeply inside her that there would be no circumstance in which anyone could dig me out.
Our lips clashed in a mess, kiss after messy kiss.
Our breathing grew ragged and uneven. Winnie’s eyes looked unfocused, and her chest heaved like she had just run a marathon.
It was the most debauched and unhinged I’d ever seen her.
No one would believe the Halliday heiress could look so thoroughly satisfied and completely undone.
She’d never looked better.
When her body started to spasm around me, and wet heat covered every inch of my erection, I thrust into her with no restraint or tact for a few more minutes until I fell into a freefall of completion.
I came so hard my vision blinked in and out, blurring her face and making me feel like I was once again drunk off my ass, living a dream that was never meant to be mine.
I collapsed on top of Winnie, my injured shoulder finally letting me know it was done holding out until I got my rocks off.
I turned my head, my lips landing on the side of her neck.
Her skin was dampened by a light sheen of sweat.
The faint hint of perspiration was a stark reminder that Winnie was just as human as any other woman.
Maybe even more so than some of the questionable female companions who’d filtered in and out of my life since my downfall.
I closed my eyes and told her a truth I’d thought I would take to my grave.
“If I was a guy who could afford to have choices, you’d be my first pick as well, Winnie.”