Chapter 6

6

TYLER

M aura's apartment is where I would live if I won a billion dollars in the lottery. It's not even the impeccable interior design nor the custom-made furniture.

No. The best part about her place is the view from her floor-to-ceiling windows.

Here, I can gaze out at the vast expanse of the ocean stretching out endlessly under the dark sky. The water is a deep, velvety black, and the moon hangs high above, casting a silvery path across it. Its reflection dances on the surface and creates a trail that seems to lead straight into the horizon.

"What's your poison?" Maura asks from the minibar.

I turn my back on the spectacular view and walk to her. "None for me. I'm drunk from watching you."

She chuckles and pours red wine into a glass. "You say that to every girl you meet?"

"Just you."

"How about the others? What do you tell them?"

"There was no one before you, Maura," I say, watching closely for her reaction. "No one after you either."

With my gaze unwavering, I take slow, measured steps toward her. Maura sets the bottle down on the counter, and we stand looking at each other for a long, tense moment.

"You know I worship the ground you walk on, right?"

Her lower lip trembles, and her neck flexes. "Yes. Why?"

I reach and smear her lipstick across her cheek. "Because I'm about to pound you into a writhing, screaming mess. I won't stop until you come." I lower my head to bite her lower lip lightly and whisper against her mouth, "You're my queen, Maura, but tonight … tonight, you're my little slut."

No sooner do those words leave my mouth that I kiss her like I don't need air. She's so much smaller than me that the only way to devour her mouth is to lift her off her feet and set her on the counter.

Before her, I hated the feel of other people's skin on mine. Tattooing was fine since I wore gloves.

Now, with Maura, I can't seem to stop. Can't seem to last one second without at least brushing against her.

It's as if I'm trying to make up for lost time. Making for all those years when I should've been touching her, but I wasn't.

The silence in her apartment is shattered by the sound of rain drumming against the glass windows and the distant rumble of thunder.

I swipe my tongue along her jaw. "Have you ever been fucked in the rain?"

"N-no."

Smiling against her skin, I loop her legs around me and carry her outside. We leave the cozy warmth of her penthouse, and I open the sliding door, the cool, moist air slapping my skin.

The sound of rain is louder out here, and a shiver runs down my spine as the cold droplets land on my arms and face. The rain soaks through our clothes quickly, and the fabric on Maura's dress clings to her body.

"Too cold, little fairy?"

"Yes. So why don't you set my body on fire, Tyler?"

My little fairy has demands, and I'll never say no to her. Not while I'm still breathing.

I wrap one hand around her throat to tilt her face up for another kiss that leaves both of us breathless. My cock strains against my zipper, and I don't know how much longer I can contain the beast inside me.

I want to prolong this moment, but my whole body thrums with need, and Maura has been instinctively grinding against me.

Nipping the skin on her bare shoulder, I unbuckle my pants with one hand and let them fall to the stone flooring and pool around my ankles. The cool wind whips against my now-bare legs, but I ignore it.

I dip a finger inside her thin panties, only to find her drenched. Because of fucking course.

I slip my cock free from my boxers and wedge the tip against her entrance, already forcing myself to go slow. I'm not even sure she can take all of me.

Maura's so tiny I'm afraid to break her in half.

"I need you inside me, Tyler. Please. I need that cock."

Maura saying ‘cock' undoes me. She's always so prim and proper in front of everyone else, but when it's just her and me, her inner slut always comes out. I love it. I'm addicted to that side of her.

Hooking her panties to the side, the head slides in easily enough, and I grit my teeth, terrified that I might come from this alone. I knew it was going to be a tight fit, but I couldn't have imagined just how good she would feel around me.

She helps me along because she uses her heels as an anchor on my back to push my cock deeper inside her walls. Fuck me.

"You take me so well, little fairy."

The words spur her on because she meets me halfway and takes more and more of me until I'm fully seated in her pussy.

"Ah fuck," I groan, no longer feeling the cold.

My hands go to her thighs, and I watch myself slide in and out of her, my shaft coated with her juices. As much as I want to be rough with her, I can't. She's too small for me, and I don't want to hurt her.

Maura senses my trepidation because her arms tighten around my neck, and she sucks in my earlobe. "Fuck me like you mean it, Tyler. I won't break."

My control snaps, and electricity pulses in my veins.

With a snarl, I pound her. Relentlessly. Mercilessly. Instead of telling me to go slow, Maura circles her hips and meets my thrusts, bouncing on my cock like the good girl she is.

"I'm coming, Tyler. I'm co?—"

Maura doesn't finish her sentence. She stiffens in my arms before her legs tremble, and she throws her head back, letting out a low whimper that only makes me twitch inside her. That sound and the way she suctions around me push me to the edge, and my muscles tense. I pull her to me and bruise her lips with the force of mine as I sink into her over and over to drain my cock.

She goes limp and boneless, but she smiles at me. A smile that stops my heart.

Jesus. I have never felt so alive.