Hanson

I set her down on the staircase and rip off her pajama pants, throwing them into a corner. I’m not wasting any time now that she’s finally let me in. Lucky for me, she wasn’t wearing a bra, and now I find out she’s not wearing any underpants either.

“What a surprise … no undies,” I mutter, raising a brow.

It was as though she was expecting me.

A blush appears on her face, and it’s the prettiest color I’ve seen in a long time.

“I always sleep like this,” she says, cutting it short.

But she hasn’t always.

I smirk as I grab her face, and say, “Relax, I’m not here to judge. I’m here to give you pleasure, so enjoy the ride.”

With two fingers, I easily part her legs; they slide open as if she never even had the will to fight to begin with. I know it’s hard to resist the pull when you’ve been dying for love for so long. The longing to be touched, to be licked … it can make or break a person.

Especially when they’ve gone so long without any. And she’s definitely not had some for a long time … that I know for sure.

Cupping her ass, I bury my face between her legs and suck on her clit. Her eyes practically roll into the back of her head.

She tastes so damn delicious, and it makes my mouth water. I remember this taste and the way she gets all wet from the feel of my tongue circling her lips.

“Oh God,” she whispers, and she grasps a handful of my hair, her fingers scrunching up as though she wants to tug. I wouldn’t even mind.

“That good?” I murmur, grinning against her skin.

I go down on her hard, flicking my tongue and kissing her everywhere. I stick my tongue inside and circle around, letting her know how much I’ve wanted to do this. She moans in excitement, unable to contain herself even though her eyes tell me she wishes she could.

“Come for me, Lil. Let me see that beautiful face,” I say as I lean up to take a peek.

She shakes her head while biting her lip. “She’ll hear.”

“She won’t if you’re quiet. And if you are, I can do it again, and again, and again …”

“Fuck,” she hisses, curling her toes.

She’s so fucking close I can taste it. When she comes, her mouth draws open, and the most delicious sigh escapes. Her clit grows under my tongue as I gorge myself on her. I push a finger inside to get a feel of how much she’s enjoying herself as her muscles contract around my finger.

When her orgasm subsides, I lift her in my arms again. She almost squeals, but then captures her own voice inside her mouth. She hisses at me instead. “What are you doing?” she asks as I carry her up the stairs.

“Taking you in bed,” I answer.

“You mean to bed.”

“No, taking you”—a lopsided grin forms on my lips—“in the bed.”

I slip upstairs as quietly as I can and open the door with my foot. I march inside and place her down on the bed and then immediately unbutton my pants. But then she replaces my hand with hers while I’m working on my zipper.

I pause and gaze at her, raising a brow.

She doesn’t say a word. All she does is stare back at me while she sits on the edge of the bed with her hair undone. She looks beautiful. Picture perfect. And I can’t help but run my hand through her hair to remind myself of what I’ve missed.

All these years.

It’s been too long. Too long without a woman. Without her.

When she’s lowered my pants and boxers in one go, my dick springs loose. I was already hard from the moment I laid my eyes on her outside. It’s only gotten thicker since we came upstairs.

She eyes me for a moment, biting her bottom lip. Then she grabs my shaft with both hands and starts massaging me, and fuck me, does it feel good.

I tilt my head back and enjoy her working me, rubbing me off like she wants me to come all over her. Maybe I will. Or maybe I want to savor this moment a little bit longer … because who knows how long it’ll last.

Suddenly, something wet wraps around my length. I look down. It’s her tongue, sucking me off. Jesus fucking Christ. And the way she does it makes me want to come instantly. But I hold off a little longer to enjoy her mouth.

I fight the urge to grasp her face and thrust inside. It’s hard not to, but I have to remind myself she’s not just a mouth but an actual person. Someone I care about. Someone I love so deeply it hurt not to be close to her.

And fuck me, do I want to be close to her right now.

I want to fuck her until dawn and beyond.

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Lillian

He gently nudges me back until I stop sucking him and look up at him. The content look on his face gives me goose bumps. It feels so wrong but totally right at the same time.

He keeps pushing until I’m lying flat down on the bed, then he crawls on top of me. Time seems to be slowing down as he plants his lips on my skin. With my eyes shut, I let myself drift off into heaven, knowing full well the consequences of what we’re doing.

He’s a stalker.

A murderer.

And now an escaped convict too.

Nonetheless, I still want him.

Does that make me a criminal too? Probably. But there’s no way I can say no either. Not to this man … God knows, I’ve tried. But I’m lying to myself if I said it wasn’t my fault for letting my heart stay wide open for him to grasp. It’s as if I personally invited him to come in and play.

And oh boy, can he play all right.

His tongue slides down my neck while his hands are all over my body, groping my breasts, my thighs, and even my pussy. He can’t get enough of me, and the sheer feel of his body pressing down on mine is intoxicating.

My legs instinctively open as he rubs himself against me. His tip brushes along my pussy, enticing me, pulling me in. I buck my hips, and the moment I do, he plunges in.

I gasp, and he covers my mouth with a deep, all-consuming kiss.

He thrusts into me with everything he has, slow but sensual, steady and merciless. Our kisses are frantic as our bodies seem to melt together, sweat drops mixing with passion. Balls deep, he buries himself inside me until everything I knew about myself disappears, and all that’s left is pure need.

As his climax approaches, a grunt escapes his throat, and he pushes in deep. I can feel his cock tighten inside me. Then a warm jet filling me. I moan, satiated, feeling complete while ignoring all the warnings shouted by the little voice in my head.

It’s too late for warnings. Too late for regret.

Because when I turn my head to take a breath, Daisy’s right there … standing in the doorway.