Conflicted Love (Needle's Kiss) (19 page)
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Authors: Lola Stark
“I think you should wear this later but without half of it,” I whispered in her ear as she melted in my arms. It never ceased to amaze me how she would do that whenever I wrapped my arms around her. She made me feel like I was her protective shield.
“I think you might be onto something, but as of now, I have two dozen guests who’ll be wondering where the food is if I don’t get it out there soon,” she grumbled and bent forward at the waist leaning into the refrigerator for more trays of food. This served to give me more than one idea of how I’d like to bang her senseless in the cute-as-fuck Christmas costume she had on. Red fuck-me heels with knee-high candy cane striped stockings, covered her sexy legs. These, teamed with a tiny tutu-like green skirt and a white torn-up tank top with the words ‘
I’ve been naughty, spank me nice
.’ across her full tits, left me with a raging hard on.
“I’m pretty sure I’m hungrier than they are,” I growled digging my fingers into her hips; my pants became a whole lot tighter in the crotch. Her perky ass pushing back into my hard-on sent a rush of blood directly from one head to the other. “If I don’t get in there soon, I’m thinking I might bust a nut, babe.”
Scarlett stood back up with a tray of food in each hand and held them out for me to take. With a grumble, I took them and slid them onto the counter behind us, turning back around in time to catch the smirk she shot my way. Yeah, she knew she had me by the balls and it didn’t bother me in the least. She could paint them with glitter and hang them on the Christmas tree for all I cared, so long as she had her hands on them.
“You need to stop rubbing your junk up on me until our guests leave,” she chastised pushing her hips back into mine in order to close the fridge.
“Tease,” I pouted almost pathetically while spinning her around so she faced me. I ghosted my fingers down her body, and then slowly up the backs of her thighs stopping millimetres from her tiny, green silk panties that read
‘Naughty’
across the ass. I’d had these on my mind since I saw her slipping them on earlier that morning while I poked my head out of the shower like a peeping Tom.
“I’m merely building the anticipation. That’s all,” she snickered and wrapped her arms around my neck. “You know we have this entire house full of people and we are the hosts; it’s almost rude to not be in there.” She pointed out running her nails through the back of my hair.
“I’m thinking they’ve seen you in this thing you’re wearing and most definitely noticed the boner I’ve been sporting all damn day, so they might thank you for taking care of it.” I licked my lips and traced a line down her throat as I spoke. Her pulse picked up and her nipples were visible through her top. The occasional hitch in her breath edged me on. I grabbed a handful of her butt in each hand, and took a long stride forward pressing her up against the fridge. My hips pushed forward and ground into hers eliciting a soft mew of understanding.
“I think you might be on to something. I’d be doing them a favour, right?” she asked digging her nails into my scalp with one hand, and running the other across my neck. The mixture of both sensations sent my dick from hard to stone solid in seconds. I lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around my hips. One of her hands shot down between us making quick work of my belt and jeans buttons as I walked us into the large pantry and closed the door behind us.
“Fuck, you’re hot. I’ve been eye-fucking you all damn day, baby.” I pulled her underwear to the side and slid my fingers in to her tight pussy without warning causing her to cry out in bliss and clamp down on my hand. She was always so freaking ready for me; the woman rivalled my sex drive and then some.
My teeth slid across her bare shoulder where her tank had fallen down. My plan to tease her flew right out the window when she freed my dick and began pumping her soft hand up and down a few times. I dropped my head down to meet hers, and with a moan, crushed my mouth to her red pouty lips, invading her mouth and tasting the sweet taste of cherries on her tongue.
Scarlett bit down on my lip with a long drawn out moan when I flicked at her clit ring. Moving my hands to her ass, I sat her on the very edge of the closest shelf. The hand she had between us came up to my bicep when I shifted her shirt up just enough to feel skin on skin. “Hold on tight, babe,” I growled into her mouth, our breaths coming in heavy pants. I didn’t give her a chance to respond. Instead, I moved my hips back an inch and slammed home; balls deep, rocking the contents off the shelf and almost losing my shit when her mouth dropped open and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
With my teeth gritted, I pulled back and took a deep breath; she had me so fucking worked up I was ready to blow my load already. Scarlett shifted her hips slightly pulling up so our chests were pressed as close to each other as we could get. She dug her nails into my arms and clung onto my shoulders. Looking up at me, she bit down on her bottom lip and whimpered, “I need you to fuck me hard, Mace.” Her words shot straight to my balls and completely shattered my restraint. I growled low and deep and started to pound into her relentlessly. Sweat running down my back, I gripped her hip with one hand and her ass with the other bringing her forward to meet each one of my rough thrusts until she bit down on my shoulder with a muffled cry of release.
I dropped my head to her neck. “Gahhh, fuckkk, Baby. Fuckkk!” I shouted into her skin to muffle the sound. Panting and sweat slicked, I waited a few beats for Scarlett to come back to Earth before brushing back the hair from her forehead and dropping a few soft kisses to her lips. “You okay?” I asked watching her glazed eyes.
“Best. Christmas. Ever,” she mumbled before a round of applause and wolf whistling started from the kitchen.
What to say ? Errrr…
Lola hates all things sultanas.
Lola is a little strange and unusual.
Lola has no brain-to-mouth filter
(this may or may not have gotten Lola into trouble – repeatedly).
Lola is keeping Coca-cola in business one 2lt bottle at a time.
Apparently, Lola likes to talk in the third person about herself.
This here is what my profile says everywhere:
Lola Stark lives in Australia, Is an at-home mummy with no filter, raising a hoard of minions, Lola has loved to read for as long as she can remember. When not wrangling the family, she can be found sitting at her computer, writing, facebooking or just generally messing around.
I know, I know third person again.
So what else can I tell you about me ?
I have a dog, 3 birds and a pet rock. I have five minion-type children. I was a teen mum (DON’T DO IT). Right now, I’m alternating writing this and yelling at my kids to stop jumping on the bed and to go the hell to sleep before I push them off. I may be a little, okay, very inappropriate…often.
Junk food and I have an understanding: I eat it, it hibernates around my ass and thighs. I love music, almost any kind is fine by me intact I can't breathe without it.
If I don’t have anything nice to say, I bite the shit outta my tongue. I cuss like a sailor and sometimes smell like one too (hey now, McJudgy, you can’t shower, brush your teeth or hair if you’re in the middle of writing a book).
I make a mean potato-layer bake and I have slight road rage. I struggle not to laugh when my kids are inappropriate and say screwy shit. I don’t really like people…I’m that creepy chick who sits in the corner till she has a booze buzz going on, then I’m as loud as fuck. I have an addiction to shoes. I smoke like a chimney.
So that’s me!
I’m screwy and funsized (it’s not called short anymore).
You’ll either love me or hate me, but I am always just ME!
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