Obsidian Liquor (Lion Security #1)(11)
Author: Scarlett Dawn

It was fucking good.

Instantaneously, we attacked one another’s mouths and started stripping.

The next thing I remembered, I was naked on my back and he was naked on top of me.

I kissed him fiercely, and he returned the caress just as forcefully while pushing my legs apart with his knees. He reached down with one hand, his fingers landing on my core. I blinked, and the next thing I recalled, I was squirming a hand between our bodies.

Daniil jerked on top of me, taking his head off my shoulder, and stared down at me as I placed his hard cock at my core. He groaned, and pressed forward, kissing me again.

I gasped at his size as he slowly thrust into me. I was wet, although I could not remember how I had gotten that way, but his cock was absolutely enormous. He stretched me wide, and suddenly, he licked over my lips…and thrust hard and fast, all the way in. I screamed into his mouth and he shouted, gripping fistfuls of my hair. It fucking hurt; he was so damn big.

He hissed through clenched teeth, “Fucking…itty…bitty.”

My body tensed; I panted and my core stretched beyond belief.

“Give it a minute,” he whispered, sounding pained.

I nodded quickly.

His lip brushed against mine, and I lost track of time all over again.

When I opened my eyes, I could still feel his cock inside me, but his head was on my shoulder while he snored softly. I started to move out from under him, but his head jerked up. While he blinked repeatedly, I slurred, “Are we done?”

He wobbled and moved his hips, and then groaned deep.

It felt so damn good as he moved that little bit, still hard.

I wrapped my legs around his waist. And he started thrusting.

It was chaotically gentle at first, and it was more than nice, but when we found our rhythm, he drove harder and rougher, and it was…amazing.

With skin slapping and the headboard banging, I cried out, arching under him.

He released my hair and palmed one of my breasts, murmuring breathlessly, “All of you is bitty.” He licked across my puckered nipple.

I shuddered, making his muscles quiver and he instantly nibbled at my nipple. Choking, I gripped his flexing ass as my head thrashed back and forth. He felt like pure stallion inside me.

Suddenly, I was flipped onto my belly. The room was still spinning as I was pulled up onto my knees, and from behind, he slammed his cock inside me again. He shouted my name at the same time I screamed his; his cock so fucking massive inside my core. Gripping my hips tightly, he started driving into me repeatedly. Our rhythm brutal, it felt like it went on endlessly, but still not long enough. I spread my legs wider, giving him better access.

With the head of his cock bumping my cervix and sliding farther, I shouted in pleasure.

“Christ, fucking good.” He leaned over me, and bit down between my neck and shoulder, non-to-gently, and I whimpered softly, jerking when I felt two of his fingers on my clit. He moaned, licking across my skin, kissing my neck, as he pushed me further toward oblivion.

“Just a little more,” I mumbled breathlessly, and he altered from circling my clit to rubbing it. I rocked, immediately screaming his name, flying over the edge. My walls took hold of his cock as my muscles pulsed, my body humming with heavenly warmth.

“Fucking shit,” he gasped, and started pounding into me.

My mind was floating in sizzling euphoric flames, and as his cock started to jerk inside me, hearing his husky shout of satisfaction, I passed out for good.

Chapter 3

Okay, so there are mornings in everyone’s lives that we wish we could reason through what the fuck we had been thinking the night before.

Or, more precisely, remember the majority of the night before.

Like…

Where the fuck am I?

How did I get here?

What the hell had I done?

Most importantly, who had witnessed it?

Well…this was my morning like that.

The sun was bright against my closed eyelids, and I moaned as I lay on my rolling stomach. My head hurt like no other. Honestly, it did not even feel like my head. It just felt like a constant ball on top of my neck that pulsed with never ending pain.

I grabbed my forehead and groaned.

Then, I heard it.

Another groan. But a lot more fucking deep and masculine…right next to me.

My eyes shot open, and I blinked repeatedly through the blinding sunlight. Brown, utterly blood shot eyes, were blinking open at me. Time slowed, and flat out paused, as we stared at one another, our noses almost touching.

We both shouted.

I scooted back as fast as I could, jumping to my feet, screaming as Daniil rolled off the bed, bellowing and standing to his feet while he stared at me wide-eyed, both of us holding our heads. His gaze darted down my body just as I was doing to his.

I saw that he was fucking naked. I screamed louder and glanced down at my own body.

Shit! I was butt ass naked too.

We both dove for the down comforter. I got a good grip on it, yanking and pulling it up to my chest just as he got an end covering his, not shriveled like prunes cock and balls, the blanket like a tent over the bed as I continued to stand on it while he stood on the floor across from me.

We gawked at one another, both of us silent now.

A full minute passed in stunned quiet.

He was not providing any answers, so I started surveying the room I was in, squinting because I could not see shit without my glasses. I saw our clothing lying all around the bed, my duffle by the door, an empty bottle, and knocked over chair, plus two empty glasses on the table.

Scared to do it, I moved a little on the mattress and glanced down.

An undeniable sex streak stained the black sheets. “Holy shit.”

He was staring at the same spot and rubbing his forehead with his free hand. “Jesus.”

I breathed deeply, and tried to remember how the fuck we had gotten here.

I gazed at him, my eyebrows coming together as he stared back.

I remembered the bar.

Something about ugly bodyguards.

Vague memories of coming into this room, his room.

Singing, maybe?

I thought harder. Yeah, there had been definite singing.

I blinked, and my jaw dropped as the memories came in a flood of the unwanted.

My gaze lowered back to his covered cock.

He had not been hard waking, but holy motherfucker I remembered when he had been.

And what we had done…

It appeared like he was beginning to remember too because his features blanked, and his gaze slowly went to my neck and down to where I held the blanket against my chest and then lower, even though he could not see anything.

I had to ask. “Did you wear a condom?”