Smolder (Georgia Smoke #6)

• Twenty-Three •

“Put the tip in.”

Royal

“You need a distraction,” Amory said as he sat across from me in one of the plush leather seats in the private jet he’d hired to go get my father.

My bottom lip was sore from all the chewing I’d done to it. I was nervous that my dad would get away before we found him after Amory had pulled so many strings to find him and get us there. Then, when we found him, I was worried about all the awful things he’d say to me. Maybe I should leave him there. He didn’t want to be stuck with us. He’d taken off without a word.

Amory unbuckled and stood up, holding out his hand to me. “Come on.”

I unfastened my seat belt, then slid my hand into his as he helped me from my seat.

“What are we doing?” I asked, looking around the small but luxurious cabin.

“Going to explore,” he replied.

“Explore what?”

A wicked glint in his eye did wonders for distracting me. Keeping my hand clasped in his, he walked back to the door I assumed was a restroom. He opened it and then pulled me along behind him.

It wasn’t a restroom. It was a bedroom. A king-size bed sat in the middle of the small area. There wasn’t much else here, except a built-in armoire and another door, which had to lead to a bathroom.

Amory let go of my hand and grabbed my waist, then picked me up and tossed me onto the bed.

I let out a squeal as my bottom bounced on the firm mattress.

He closed the door behind him, making the room appear even smaller, but being in here with Amory also felt cozy. I watched him crawl toward me, and then he maneuvered himself until his body was caging me in as he stared down at me.

“Distracted?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Good.”

He lowered his head, and his lips brushed over mine once. I opened to him instantly and was rewarded with the swirl of his tongue. I wanted him closer. Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged him down. His knee moved between my legs, and his hard body came down until he barely touched me.

“I went to sleep, thinking about this mouth,” he said as he licked at my bottom lip.

The husky sound of his voice excited me more, and I rocked against his thigh that rested too close to my ache. The friction felt good, so I scooted closer to it and rubbed some more.

His hands were on the waist of my shorts, and then his mouth left mine. “You want to rub that sweet pussy on me, then you’re gonna do it right.”

I lifted my hips, and he jerked down my shorts, then tossed them to the side. I heard his boots hit the ground while he began to work on the zipper of his jeans. I didn’t think we were ready for sex. At least, I didn’t know if I was. I already had strong feelings for him that had come on too fast. Sex was going to escalate it even more.

I was going to tell him that when his jeans were pushed down, and the outline of his erection through the white boxer briefs he was wearing came into view. I’d had that in my mouth last night. Deep in my throat.

With his jeans discarded, his hand went to his briefs, and he paused. “I want to feel your wet pussy against my cock. That’s all.”

I swallowed hard and nodded.

He quickly got them off, then jerked his shirt over his head, leaving him naked. I’d known he would be beautiful, but I hadn’t truly been prepared for just how beautiful. The desire to kiss and lick every spot on him was making it hard for me to think of the reasons why we should slow down.

His fingers began to unbutton my blouse, and I let him. He’d seen the bruises already, and I wanted to feel my naked skin against his. Even if we didn’t have sex, I could still enjoy how he felt.

I sat up enough so he could pull my top away, and then I unfastened my bra and tugged it down my arms, leaving me bare. Our heavy breathing could be heard over the roar of the plane’s engine.

Amory ran his palms over my nipples, then squeezed my breasts.

“I love your tits.” The tone of his voice was different. Deeper but also slightly sinister.

He ran a hand down my stomach as his eyes followed the path. I kept mine on his face, not sure if I should be turned on or alarmed by the change in him. Perhaps I was both.

His fingers slid inside my panties, and I opened my legs wider, drawing out a chuckle from him, although he didn’t take his attention from what he was doing. When he slid over my slick mound, a rumble in his chest caused me to tremble.

There was a darker side to Amory Blaine. One that I should probably be wary of, but I found myself clinging to it. Begging him to show me all of it. All of him.

“Fuuuck, that pussy is dripping.”

A cry fell from my lips as he sank a finger between my folds, rubbing just over my clit before he found my opening. If he filled me with his finger, I was going to want more.

Two fingers thrust into me, and I arched my back, moaning.

“Damn, that’s tight, baby.” His voice no longer sounded anything like him. “Needy cunt is squeezing my fingers. You sure you don’t want me to fuck this pretty little hole? I’ll beg, whatever you want.”

His mouth was slightly parted as he jerked the crotch of my panties over to look at what he was doing.

“No wonder you tasted like a peach. This juicy pussy looks like a fucking peach. Jesus, that’s perfect.”

His eyes lifted to mine, and then he moved back and lowered his head.

I held my breath, not taking my eyes off him.

“If I can’t sink my dick into it, I’m gonna eat it.”

Oh God. Yes .

Some strange sound that was close to pleading came from me.

Amory ran the tip of his tongue along the center of my slit, and I almost came off the bed. The hand he didn’t have between my legs grabbed my right thigh, and he pressed his face so hard up against me that I wasn’t sure he could breathe. The growls he began to make vibrated through me, and I started to shake.

I wanted more. I wanted to feel him.

“Just the tip,” I gasped. “Put the tip in.”

I wasn’t sure if that was any different for me emotionally or if it would keep me from getting any more attached to him, but I had to feel him there. I wanted to see his face as he entered me. Even if it was just a little.

He lifted his heady gaze to my face as he licked his lips. My juices glistened around his mouth.

“You want me to just put the head of my cock in your cunt?”

I nodded. “Please.”

His nostrils flared, and he took one more taste of me before moving up my body. My gaze fell to his hand as he gripped his large, veiny penis. The swollen red, almost-purple tip moved closer, and I let out a small whimper just before he ran it over my clit, then lower, until it was just there. Right outside. Our gazes lifted at the same time, and our eyes met.

He barely eased inside me as a hiss came from between his teeth, and his neck flexed.

It was there. Just stretching the entrance. I couldn’t remember a time that I’d had sex that was better than this.

I rocked slightly, needing to feel it move inside me.

“Don’t,” Amory growled, sounding almost more animal than man.

Somehow, that made me even more frantic.

“I just want to,” I panted, rocking faster.

I wanted this. Oh, God, I wanted this.

Amory pressed his hand to my stomach, stopping me from moving. “Don’t,” he warned me, his eyes almost black.

The dangerous gleam in them only urged me on, and I wiggled under his hold.

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you.” He snarled out his words as he glared down at me with a mix of hunger and rage.

It was exhilarating.

I pulled my knees up and opened my legs wider. “Yes,” I moaned.

All reason was gone. I just wanted him.

“Condom.” He said the word like a curse.

“I get the shot,” panted. “I’ve been tested, I promise. Please.” I was desperate. Losing my mind with need.

His eyes flickered as a wicked change came over him. The depravity in it almost threw me into an orgasm all on its own. I didn’t recognize this person I was right now. But I knew that he was going to show me something I’d never had, and I wanted it. I wanted it so bad.

He slowly sank in deeper, his eyes going from where we were connected back to my face. “This? You want more?”

I shook my head, and he stopped.

“All! I want it all,” I told him.

A roar tore from his chest as he slammed down into me. The burn from the stretch his size caused was the only thing that kept me from orgasming on the spot. My eyes watered, and I gasped through the pain.

“Fuck!” he swore when his eyes moved back to my face. “Tight. It’s real tight. It hurts, doesn’t it?”

I nodded. “Yes, but it’s easing.”

He smirked. “Then, I need to fix that.”

He withdrew just until the tip was the only thing inside me before he plunged back into me. This time, he didn’t pause, but grabbed my hip with one hand, holding me down while pumping into me even harder.

“I want you to feel where I’ve been,” he panted. “Know who took this tight little cunt and stretched it.”

He bent down and licked at one of my nipples, then bit it. “You make me fucking crazy. First, it was those eyes and lips. Now, this tiny little hole. Letting me break it.”

The tingle built until I was desperate. His dirty words were pushing me into a frenzied delirium. That, and the rough way he was handling me and the possessive way he was looking at me. Like I was his and he’d kill anyone who tried to take me away.

“Oh God,” I cried as I felt the teasing pulse.

“That’s it. Let me feel that pussy come.”

I clawed at the covers beneath me as the crest hit, and euphoria seized me, holding me there while Amory shouted and jerked. The warmth of his release shot out, spraying across my stomach and breasts.

He stared down at his cum covering my body, as if the sight held him transfixed. When he finally lifted his gaze to meet mine, there was a worshipful expression as he looked at me. As if he’d found something he hadn’t expected but cherished it. That couldn’t be what he was thinking, but I felt … special. He made me feel that way.