Invincible (A Kingpin Love Affair Book 3) (13 page)

Rain slicked bodies, mud, and love so deep I never thought it would end…

“Talk to me. Don’t push me away. Don’t go into hiding. I know you’re used to doing this all on your own, but you don’t have to anymore.” His voice was so sincere, like a bandage to my own heartache.

My heart skipped a beat as sweat formed on my hands. I was scared, nervous, and for what reason? I had known him the better part of my life, and for those two years we were together, I had shared things with him I had never shared with anyone else. Now things between us were different, but at the same time, the same. It was as if time stood still for us, holding onto those things that brought us together so long ago.

“It was just a dream about the past…” I paused watching his eyes pan across my face. “About you and me. About how all of this seems too good to be true.”

I wasn’t the only one to think it, either. Earlier, when we had gotten back to the cabin and Devon was showering, I had called Caroline to let her know I would be at her party this weekend I also wanted to tell her about Devon showing back up after all these years. She had two things to say about that. One, Devon coming back couldn’t ever be a good thing for me and two, that it was all way too good to be true. My mind agreed with her, but my heart, my heart still wanted our happily ever after.

“Tegan.” His breath smelled of cinnamon, which did nothing to stop the nervousness flowing in my veins.

“There are lots of things in life too good to be true. You don’t think I don’t think that myself?” He paused. “Or when I look at you, I don’t worry you could be nothing but a figment of my imagination? If I look away for too long, that you’ll disappear? I helped you get in this mess. I put you through hell…”

“You didn’t—” I objected, but before I was able to get the rest of the words out of my mouth, warm lips landed on my own and the scent of cinnamon invaded my senses, hot and burning away whatever it was I was thinking. None of it mattered, especially not now and not when his mouth was devouring mine just as he had devoured my pussy earlier. All that mattered was Devon and me, and his lips against mine.

“I can’t get enough of you.” He took a deep breath, mumbling against my lips, and I understood his pain because, without him, I could feel a dull ache in my body. It was as if a bone had been broken but never fully healed.

I nodded, biting at his lips for more. I wanted more—no, I needed more. More of his lips on mine, more of his skin touching mine. I just needed him.

Fire filled my belly as he rolled us over so I was on top of him. I could feel the pressure of his cock pressing into me, pulsing against the fabric of my pajamas. He needed me, just as I needed him. My mind went blank, and everything that wasn’t Devon and me in this fraction of time seemed unimportant to me. My focus was on ripping away every piece of clothing separating us so I could touch him… feel him… on me, in me.

Our minds must have been fused to the same thoughts because, not a moment later, his hands were everywhere—in my hair, on my face, under my shirt, and tugging at my pants. He wanted this just as much as I did—if not more.

“I want to fuck you so bad…” His voice was like a beacon calling out to me, never allowing me to escape.

“Then fuck me, Devon,” I said lustfully. I didn’t even recognize my own voice. I was turning into a reckless, sex overloaded female.

“I will.” A pant escaped my mouth as he nibbled on my lip.

“I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk, until you can’t mutter a single fucking word. I’ll make you feel me for days just so you remember who it was who made you feel that way.” His admission was sexy as hell and caused my heart to beat even faster as I watched the bright green of his eyes turn a shade of forest green, signifying just how much of an effect my body had on him.

His dark promises had my pussy clenching, and instead of responding to him, I pushed myself down harder, grinding against him as fast as I could. The friction did crazy things to my head. It felt like a roller coaster ride, and the anticipation to get to the top was killing me.

My nails sunk into his skin as his lips consumed every inch of my neck. Teeth pricked against my skin as he placed tiny bites along my throat. I could feel the warmth spreading from my core, radiating outwards, spreading all over my body as my skin flushed red. I quivered in his arms as a display of fireworks was set off behind my eyes. The darkness behind my lids burst into colorful patches of reds, blues, and greens.

My body was floating, and for the first time in forever, I felt like I was tasting heaven. The primal need for hunger filled the air as Devon flipped us over, laying me beneath him. My pussy was still shuddering with aftershocks as I slowly begin to come down. I felt so naïve to have dry humped him and gotten off on it.

“I want you skin to skin,” he barked. His voice was unrecognizable, on the verge of coming unhinged. My mouth watered with anticipation as I realized my fantasies were about to come to life. I would finally feel him inside of me, as we became one.

I could feel the fabric of my pajamas being ripped away as I got lost in his body hovering above mine. His movements possessed me and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The way his muscles moved in the small amount of lighting. The flex and tension within them as his veins bulged. I wanted to beg. To plead.

His tongue darted out wetting his lips, his eyes going up and down my bottom half three times before coming back up to my face. He wasn’t Devon anymore. God, no. He was a man on a mission for love, a man about to prove just how much he loved me.

“You aren’t wearing any panties.” He wasn’t asking, he was simply stating a fact. There was a roughness to him, but when his hands landed on my skin, they were nothing but feather soft gentleness.

I wasn’t self-conscious, but when the man you had loved your entire life all but stopped breathing as he stared at you, you become aware of your flaws. A part of me felt like covering my body, cowering away from him, but the other part of me wanted to expose myself fully. That part of me wanted to be laid bare, spread wide open beneath him. Unable to hold back anymore, I tugged at the hem of my nightshirt exposing my breasts.

“So. Fucking. Beautiful.” Each syllable was a crack to the hard exterior I spent years building up around my heart. I wanted to give us another chance, but I wasn’t stupid—our love was as risky as the danger I now faced. However, in this singular moment, I was going to forget that. I was going to live for today and not the danger that lay ahead.

He reached down and cupped my face in his hands, bringing his lips to mine, breathing me in as if I were the only oxygen left in this room. My hands roamed over his body, gripping at muscles and trailing over parts I hadn’t ever felt before.

One hand slid between my thighs as my legs helplessly fell to the sides, my pussy unable to resist his touch. One finger sunk into me and then another, stretching my already soaked core.

“This pussy… This wetness…” His voice was raw with desire and my muscles clamped down on his fingers with every word. “Every glistening drop from this pussy belongs to me. Who had you before me will never matter again once I get done with you.”

Just as my mind registered his words, he slammed into me with both fingers. My back arched off the bed as pleasure shot through every vein in my body.

“Fuck, yes…” Devon moaned, slamming into me again. His fingers rubbing in all the right places. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck as he pulled me forward to stare deep into his eyes.

“Come for me, baby. Come for me like it’s the first time I’ve ever touched you. Come for me like you do when you touch yourself. When you think about what it would be like for my cock to slide deep inside you…” His dirty words were causing my head to spin. I couldn’t focus on anything. All I could do was feel—feel the slamming of his fingers inside of me. Feel my heartbeat meeting his pace… and then I was coming. Again. My toes curling as my slickness coated his hand.

“Ahhhh… Mmmm…” I moaned as I tugged on my bottom lip with my teeth forcing myself not to scream. Aftershocks coursed through me as my pussy tightened with every breath I forced into my chest. I needed to breathe, but I couldn’t—I didn’t want too. The pleasure was all I needed.

I slowly felt him pull out as I opened my eyes and watched him lick away the juices, my juices that lingered on his fingers. Again. I could hear his intake of breath as he sniffed the air, taking in the scent of my arousal. Every movement he made was sensuous and erotic as I watched him remove his fingers away from his tongue.

“Do you trust me?” His voice was like water running through gravel. I nodded my head without a thought. I would always trust Devon. Everything we had been through up to this point made it possible for me to do so.

A wicked smile pulled at his lips, triggering me to wonder what I had just agreed to.

“I wouldn’t. Trusting me means you give me full control. Full control to fuck you. Lick you. Bite you. To make you my own in every way possible. Do you want that, Teg? Do you want me to make you mine in every way possible?” My heart was about to burst out of my chest with all the questions he was asking. There was no way for me to answer all of them when I couldn’t even form a coherent thought, let alone anything other than a moan of pleasure.

I was already his.

I nodded my head yes, which caused him to shift from between my legs for a brief moment as he grabbed something from inside the bedside table. I almost cried out in agony thinking that he would leave me in this condition. Except he didn’t. He came back to me and with him were the handcuffs. The metal shined in the moonlight through the window above us. A rush of shock coursed through me. It was filled with fear, but there was something else, something spiking my curiosity.

He eyed me for a breaths time, gauging my reaction as adrenaline coursed through me. My emotions were all over the place as the fear spiked inside of me, but with it, so did the thrill of being handcuffed to this very bed. Being at his will, allowing him to do as he pleased to me turned me on even more. Without a second thought, I gave him both of my hands, allowing him to cuff me to the wrought iron headboard. The click of the cuffs, as they locked in place, echoed through the room, and I could feel the cold metal against my hands. The coolness caused an involuntary shiver to shudder through me.

Devon gazed down at me with complete gratitude as he readied himself for me. His cock was pulled free of his boxers, and with one hand, he stroked it. The palm of his hand running over the head and then back down, squeezing at the base. My mouth watered as I thought about taking him into my mouth, feeling him on my tongue.

“This pussy…” One of his fingers slid down my stomach, over my belly button to the small landing strip of curls on my mound. “Is…” He dipped down, licking his lips before spreading me open and sucking my clit into his mouth. “Mine.” He growled, burying his face into my core.

Right then and there, I came. My mind was blown. How had I managed to come three times in less than ten minutes? I was more than missing out the other times when I have given myself to someone.

He released me, his hands kneading my breasts until I started wiggling beneath him. “Please….” Was I begging? I hadn’t begged for anything a day in my life.

“How bad do you want it?” he questioned, a darkness shadowing his face. His cock was jutted out and on display for me. One of his hands fisted it painfully hard as if he were holding himself back from taking me right now.

“Badly,” I cried out, rubbing my legs together as if to alleviate some of the pressure. I needed him, and even more than that, I needed his cock.

“Really? You don’t sound like you want it badly. Convince me… Tell me how bad that sweet pussy wants my cock.” His voice, his dirty fucking words were teasing me, slowly killing me.

“I want your cock, Devon. Please, give me your cock.” He smirked, obviously satisfied with my begging.

“Do you want it hard baby? Do you want me to fuck you? Fuck you until you can’t think straight? So that every time that sweet pussy clenches, you remember it was me there?

“Yes, Dev. Fuck my pussy with your cock and don’t stop until I’ve milked you for every drop.” His salacious words pushed me, awakening deep desires inside of me. I needed him in me, pounding me until I couldn’t take it and even then, something inside of me would want it harder.

“Good. Now you know how I have felt all these years. To have wanted you, to have wanted this very moment to happen and have to wait patiently for the day I would get to spread these creamy thighs and bury myself between them.” His words met my ears as he gripped my hips and presented himself at my entrance.

I could feel the crown of his cock at my entrance as he slid it up and down my slit causing me to wither beneath him. Once he was coated in my arousal, he pressed into me slowly. The feeling of him filling me was sensational. My walls clenched adjusting to him inch by ever growing inch.

“Fucking…Christ. Teg…” His words were a whisper against my skin. I watched his movements— the way he clenched his jaw. The way his hands gripped my hips firmly as he slipped into me deeper. I couldn’t hold off any longer and before I realized what I was doing, my body arched off the bed, and I was wishing I had my hands to explore his body again.

“Grip the bar above you.” He barely got the words out between clenched teeth, his eyes bleeding into mine.

“Why?” My chest heaved against my words, his grip on my hips deadly.

“Because I’m about to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before…” That was his only warning before he slid all the way home, his cock forcing my body to adjust to him immediately.

 The force overwhelmed me as he pulled out of me and slammed back into me again. Pushing my body against the headboard with his strength, I slid across the bed sheets like a hot knife through butter.

“Devon…” I spoke his name, unable to say or think anything else. His body consumed me, his lips spoke to me without words, and his touch explained the past.

His body healed me, mending the broken pieces of us, molding us together again. A fire formed between us, scorching the past pains, paving way to a new and better future.