Tattered Love (Needle's Kiss)

beg on his knees just for a taste of her. Her red silk shirt that only covered her front and sent glimpses of her perfect creamy breast every time she shifted a certain way, fuck me, it was a torture device. The constant crossing and uncrossing of those smooth killer legs were killing me—that was all before the vixen reached under the table, bringing back the hard-on from hell I had worked hard all night to tame.
    When Scarlett unlocked and opened her front door, I put a hand to her bare back just at the bottom of her stunning tattoo. It was the first thing I’d noticed when I walked in the room after hearing her voice, black and grey ruffled wings, with guns crossed through the middle that spanned the entire length from her shoulders down to the dimples just above her sweet ass. I guided her forward and stepped inside. In one quick motion, I had her hot little body pinned against the back of the door with my hips, my hands holding her slightly off the ground by her sweet, soft ass. I pulled her body up as close as I could get to her.
    “What the hell?” Her voice was filled shock. I'd completely taken her off guard.
    Shit yeah, score me!
    “You didn't think you could get away from me that easily, did you?” I spoke close to her ear, feeling her body involuntarily shudder. I felt her pert nipples brush through the fabric of both our shirts, causing my hips to buck against her groin at their own command.
    She moaned as my cock ground against her. “What are you doing?” Her words were forced, her voice shaky. I relished the sound of her breathy voice.
    “What does it look like, Scarlett? Feel like?”
    I had never been so turned on in my life. I could barely keep myself from ripping her clothes off and burying myself as deep as possible inside of her. I ducked my head, the smell of cherry adding to the sensory overload. My lips connected and tasted her smooth neck, something I had been dying to do since I saw her that afternoon. She shuddered, and a small moan tore from her throat, making my already hard cock throb. Her breathing was already choppy, her hands gripping my shoulders, nails digging in.
    “Nice play at dinner, Scarlett. You like teasing me, don't you?” I spoke in her ear and ground my hard-on against her sweet spot again; she was so turned on I could feel the heat through my jeans. I kept talking, my voice getting huskier the more aroused I became “Getting my cock hard as steel when I can't do a Goddamn thing about it.” I nipped her ear lightly, and she moaned again, as my one hand palmed her ass supporting her weight, and the other hand went to the side of her shirt.
    A sob rose up from her as I ran my index finger along the side of her amazing tit where she had a trail of tiny black tribal butterflies inked; goose bumps broke across her flushed skin. Not being able to resist, I ground against her again, both of us panting. I pulled the side of her shirt across revealing one hard rosy nipple. “Like that, don't you, baby?” I leaned down, tracing the line of ink, moving slowly until I pulled her nipple into my mouth. She arched her body further into mine, causing me to groan at the taste of her sweet soft skin.
    Her hand dropped down and gripped my bicep. Her nails almost broke the skin where she held on tight, causing my muscles to contract. Fuck! That felt good. I could imagine how her nails would feel, clutching my ass, leaving half-moons in my skin.
    “You need to know I always get what I want, Scarlett.” I pulled my head up, staring into her eyes and whispered, “And I want my cock wrapped in your sweet pussy. I want to pound you hard until you can't move a muscle. I want to taste you on my tongue.”
    “Yes,” she whimpered on a hitched breath. “Please, God, please, Mace.”
    As much as I wanted to give her exactly what we both wanted, I had known Scarlett a total of twelve hours, and something deep in my gut told me not to fuck this up by one night standing her. God knew one night with Scarlett would never be enough.
    I slowly slid her down my body, moved her to the wall beside the door, opened it and threw over my shoulder as I sauntered off, “Dinner, tomorrow night, pick you up at six, babe.” I walked back across the road, quickly trying to adjust my aching dick. I hoped I could hold onto my resolve and not turn around, storm back into her house, and take her against the wall.
    Shit, I needed a cold shower pronto.

 
    “Fuck me,” I whispered as I slid down the