GRIT (The Silver Nitrate Series Book 2) (4 page)

“You smell like butterscotch…” he stated before slicking his tongue against her clit, causing her to shake and vibrate against his lips. Oh yes… she was getting closer and closer to her orgasmic destination. He
knew
his Silver’s breathing, the way her chest would rise and fall during hysterical laughter, anger, and yes… when he made her cum. He knew her ways, her unsaid words… he knew just how to make her fall apart, and he knew how to put her back together again, too.

“I like how your dick tastes. I want you to cum in my mouth.” An unexpected hip thrust propelled him forward, born from her beautifully perverted words. He plunged deeper into her mouth, thrusting harder and faster with little to no control over his actions. Pausing, he glanced down at her, taking note of her shiny bottom lip that glistened from his precum…

Sexy, nasty, friend, lover, woman of my damn dreams…

“Feel So Close” by Calvin Harris serenaded them.

Is she serious?! She remembers all of our songs… We only played this one damn time so far… and she knew…

I’m going to have to make Silver my FF…my Fuckin’ Forever…

Shit!

He groaned as his nuts tightened, preparing for lift off…

“Yes, Daddy… like that… I love your big, long dick… Keep fucking my mouth, baby,” she slurred between deep throat sucks.

What the hell is she saying?! Oh God… I’m gonna bust… fuck!

He lost his composure then. His eyes rolled back, and he tried to keep giving her head, but had to pause for a moment, release her, while he gritted his teeth in a wimpy effort to avoid the inevitable.

“Hold up… We’re going to do this together.” He pushed her legs further open, buried his face hard and fast in her pussy, and roughly gripped her ass, giving a hard, bruising squeeze and causing the woman to scream out and quake against his mouth. He sucked her love hard, shaking his head between her thighs and giving it all he had, going after her clit with the ruthlessness she deserved.

“Mmmmm!” He could taste her salty sweetness as she came onto his tongue, drowning in her deliciousness.

“Baby, I’m about to cum!” he hollered out, warning her just in case she got cold feet at the last minute… but, she didn’t.

The Ice Princess kept him secure in her warm, wet mouth, her head moving harder and faster as she milked the hell out of him. He quickly brushed his hair out of his face with a frantic hand, watching her intensely, in full view.

Goddamn… She is tryna be wifey…
He gave her mouth a few more thrusts, losing himself… losing himself fast. His body shuddered, over and over again. From the top of his damn head to the tips of his toes, the sensual vibrations took him by surprise and shut him down. He held onto her soft ass, while his temple continued to shake and jerk about as he came hard in her mouth. After a few moments, he approached a slow stop, drenched in his own sweat.

“Damn, Silver…” he said out of breath. “You give some good ass brain! Your top skills are crazy. Deserve a fucking medal.” He smiled wide as his muscles tightened and relaxed in strange ways. The soothing sensations that washed over him held him hostage, gripped him with a satisfied lethargy. He lay helplessly and lazy-like, leisurely caressing up and down her calves and ankles. He placed a kiss on the top of her feet, daring himself to not fall asleep.

“You drugged me or something,” he said languidly, the smile still permanently glued to his expression. “I feel so calm, like I’m on somethin’… shit.” He ran his hand through his disheveled hair; the strands spread all across her legs in various directions. Again, he hugged her ankles, bringing her close enough to trail his lower lip across her slightly curled toes.

“Baby…baby?”

…Silence.

“Silver?” Rising up, he took notice of the woman. “Oh my God, are you serious?” he whispered around a muffled laugh. “How tha fuck is she just gonna fall asleep right now?” He shook his head in disbelief. “We’re not done… this is just a quick break.” Feeling some kind of way, he crawled up to her and shook her shoulder a time or two. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked damn near out of her mind, confused as hell as if she’d forgotten her whereabouts.

“You just don’t give a damn about when you fall asleep, do you, huh?” he teased.

She yawned and grinned, stretched her long arms to the ceiling. “Pretty much. You were lucky I was able to hang in there until I finished you off. You shouldn’t have let me go first,” she joked, yanking the cover and wrapping them both up in the material. She nestled into him, the top of her head against his shoulder, as Calvin Harris’ ‘Summer’ started in the background.

With a kiss on her forehead, he gingerly slid away from her and got to his feet. He reached down to the ground, plucked his jeans from the floor, and dug in his pants pocket. Removing his wallet, he took out a Magnum and tore it open. She sat up on her elbow, watching him from hooded eyes. Crawling back in the bed, he slid the thing down his erect dick and delicately lifted her into his arms. She moaned lightly, her eyes still half closed as he arranged her body against the white fluffy pillows. Then, he lay flush on top of her.

“You’re going to—” she began.

“Give you something you can—” he continued…

“Feel. And make me—”

“…Take a big piece of your soul—”

“Because we’re soul—

“Mates… dancing to the same beat.”

Without blinking, his eyes keenly upon her, he kneed her legs apart and raised her ankles high in the air.

“Mmmmmm!”

Her eyes opened sharply when he entered her; she shook and hissed, her expression tense as she clutched his shoulder with one hand and scratched at his chest with the other, almost ripping his necklace from his neck.

“
Every
time you first put it in… oh my God…hurts so good!” She gritted her teeth as he pushed harder inside of her, making her gasp over and over. Quickly turning her head to the side after he placed all of his weight on top of her, ensuring she couldn’t move, escape, or do nothing but
take
the dick—she moaned. Each thrust delivered was more and more demanding than the last.

“I want you to feel it…
all
of it. I want to fuck you so good, you have amnesia for the rest of the damn day.” He sucked hard on her collarbone as he gripped her neck with one hand, his pelvis pumping hard, deep and fast. Her screams turned him the fuck on. The screams from an Ice Princess were the goddamn best…

He went deeper…
much
deeper, so much so, with each plunge their pelvises bumped hard against one another. She screamed out again, this time ten times louder. He shook, the noises from her mouth sending him there.

…Because Ice Princesses don’t scream, unless they simply
must
…

“Ohhhh, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!” she half-whispered, her eyes clasped close, looking as if she just may cry right then and there.

“Oh trust…you’re going to get it… believe me…
all
of it.” He reared back, going in reverse like a big rig situating itself to make a delivery, then thrust forward, immersing himself to the hilt within her. The sounds she made… the unbelievable, sexy, sounds as her eyes watered, but she kept them closed, sealed, so he couldn’t see. She shook hard in his grip; her orgasm filled his core, too, letting him feel how she felt, even for just a second or two.

When I’m inside of you, I feel all four seasons…

He thrust in her…

When I’m inside of you, you take my pain away…

He thrust again…

When I’m inside of you, I let go of everything that’s no good for me…

He thrust harder, forcing her to curse and scream even louder.

When I’m inside of you, there’s no place I’d rather be… you’re my Heavenly vacation away from Hell…

Because inside of you is just as beautiful as the outside…and you understand my fire, for you lit it. And you get my rhythm for you are the tempo…

You’re my silver nitrate, a welder’s wet dream…

Releasing her neck, she reached for his cheeks and brought his face close to hers, leading him into the most passionate kiss he’d ever experienced in his entire life. Their tongues danced along one another, thrashing and moving about as he pumped harder and harder, faster and faster, making the bed holler out and the headboard bang harshly against the wall.

“…Pussy so fucking good! I’mma kill this shit!”

“What are you trying to do to me?!” She gasped. “Shit, you fuck so damn hard, Zenith!”

“You want me to stop?”

…Don’t make me stop. Please don’t make me stop…

“No! You better fucking not! Keep going. I like it, shit!” She grinded into him, their movements matching as she took every inch he delivered.

“You like it?! You like it, baby?!” Gripping a fistful of her coarse curls, he tugged hard as hell as he came hard within her.

“Yeeeesssss, baby…” She sighed, so sexy, so lovely…so damn perfect.

He groaned and yelled out, falling to pieces within her. Her loving arms wrapped around him as he continued to groan and vibrate against her warm, gorgeous body, now coated with a thin sheen of sweat. Maroon 5 crooned ‘Sugar’ the moment he lay there, swimming in some fanciful fantasy.

He couldn’t move, even if he wanted to. He rested against her, his heart beating a mile a minute as they fell in love over and over again, right then and there. She kissed his cheek, making him feel another burst of sensual warmth…

I want to whip out my hot iron and brand her right on the ass…

Put my name on her.

Z.E.N.I.T.H…

Let all these other mothafuckas know who she fucking belongs to…

Put it in Braille, too, so a blind mothafucka can read that shit…

…She’s too good for me. But I don’t care. I’m going to keep her ass anyway…

T
he tall, slender
woman stood under a vibrantly colored parasol that hung from her teal painted ceiling. Her living room reminded him of early 1980s décor, with shiny white statues of couples doing the do and pink and yellow paisley pillows lining the ocean blue couch. Her apartment smelled of cigarettes and cinnamon, and she was a beautiful woman with a dash of edginess and a lot of sass, just like her daughter.

The apple definitely doesn’t fall too far from the tree.

“It’s nice to meet you, Zenith. I love that name, honey. That’s bad.” Her purple painted lips split in a wily grin as she blew out a puff of smoke from the side of her mouth.

“Thank you.” He couldn’t help but smile back as he extended his hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you, too.” As their fingers grazed, he could feel the slight roughness of her palm against his own. This was a woman who’d worked hard most of her life; nothing was beneath her to keep food in her babies’ mouths, and he respected her to the hilt for that alone.

The woman narrowed her dark, sleepy eyes on him as if searching for something hidden, something deep within.

“Mama, Zenith has a show out here in a couple of weeks. You should come.” Silver ran her hand up and down his back as they sat down on a wicker loveseat.

“I may do just that, yeah.” She kept smiling, showing all of her teeth, and sat across from them. Crossing one leg over the other, stretching the tight black leggings, she sat back, her sight dancing from her daughter back to him. “Silver loves you, you know that?”