Torn (The McKerricks Book 1) Read Free Page A

perfume nothing special, just... her. My hands skim slowly along the exposed skin of her arms, our breathing becoming short ragged gasps. It's like there is an electrical current pulling us further into each others orbit, making us want. Making me want. And I never want women, I just want the pleasure that can be taken from their bodies, but this is different. This is... something else entirely. I want her so bad my body is trembling with the force of the desire, and I always get what I want.
    Shifting my stance, I know she can feel me pressed against her stomach. I know she can feel how hard she is making me, but the only response I get is her eyebrow raising. What does that mean. Gritting my teeth I just continue to stare down at her. She is so small. She can barely reach five-foot-two I'm sure, a whole foot shorter then I am. I've never fucked a woman like this... but I'm about to. God am I about to fuck this little slip of a thing.
    She's so close I can smell her, even her scent is soft, sugar, pastries. She smells like the donut. This close I can tell that she is as affected by me as I am her. At least I hope that's what the flush means. All I know is it's gorgeous on her face. Subtle... natural. Just like the rest of her.
    “ Henley,” I say slowly, savoring the way the word feels, savoring the taste of its weight, “this is the only chance I’m going to give you to back away. Back away from what I know we both want.”
    The shiver that runs through her excites me, as I raise my hand and stroke my thumb across her plump pink lips. Her eyes are wide, watching me, but she doesn ’t pull away. Hell yeah she wanted this.
    I can feel the grin pulling at my lips, as I slip the condom out of my pocket. Biting down on the plastic I rip it open with one hand, as the other pulls down my zipper. The crinkling of the wrapper practically echos in the small bathroom. The only other sound is our heavy breathing, as the static energy zings between us. This is the first time in a long time I feel excitement to be bedding a woman... well minus the bed.
    At the sight of her so flushed before me, I am almost tempted to give her more . To touch her, taste her, but that's not how I play this game. So I give her a moment, where our eyes are locked, she only gets this moment to turn away. To turn me down. If not, and I hope to God she doesn't turn away, I will scratch the shit out of this itch. Maybe if I do the buzzing in my head will finally ease up.
    “ Are you just going to stand there? Or do you actually know how to use that?” She laughs, her grin widening.
    This fucking woman. I'm on her then with a growl and I don't give her any time to adjust. In that one simple motion, I've got her sitting on the edge of the counter, and I'm between her legs, rocking against her.
    “Oh-” she breaths heavily, arching her body further against mine.
    “ Yeah, Oh,” I snarl, my face pressed against her neck. I let my lips slide over the sensitive skin, and nibble lightly on her collar bone.
    With one last thrust I pull her lacy little black panties aside with my fingers, which presses my cock through the wet folds in her skin, as I try to hold back a shudder. She shifts her hips making the next thrust the one that claims her, as I slide all the way in.
    Her pussy is tight. Too tight. Tight enough to make me groan out loud which only makes her grin wider. Tight enough that it is almost painful.
    “ Christ... I do have to show you how to use it don't I?” She laughs breathlessly.
    Before I even have time to show her who is in charge here, she has already pushed and twisted until I am the one against the counter.  Her hips start in a slow and rhythmic pace. I can't keep back the groan, at the feel of her tight, wet cunt sliding all the way off, then sliding all the way back down, taking all of me in.
    My hands skim along the black lace stockings, all soft. She is so soft. She is just as perfect under the scrutiny of my hands as she had