“I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you, love,” I whisper into her slick heat.
She gasps, and then her breath catches completely. Her body jolts, convulsing, and I fuck the gun deeper, lick harder, faster, until she screams my name like it’s a fucking prayer.
Her legs give out, but I’ve already got her. I grab her, pull her in, and stand fast. My knees hit the floor, and I lower us both down, laying her gently on the cool floorboards.
Her eyes are closed. Her skin’s flushed, goosebumps everywhere, and there’s that fucking smirk.
I lean down and kiss her, my tongue pressing at her lips until she opens for me. She lets me in without hesitation, and I devour her, mouth first, because I’m about to do the same with my cock. I shove my zipper down and free myself.
My dick’s aching, angry, leaking for her. I press it against herentrance and groan at how wet and warm she still is.
“Fuck, Ryker,” she gasps into my mouth, her whole body stilling.
And then she presses down on me, hard, forcing me inside.
I chuckle darkly. “So one orgasm wasn’t enough, I see.”
Her heat wraps around me, those perfect walls clenching, and I almost lose it on the first thrust.
“I want more,” she purrs, her hips rising to meet mine, hungry for every inch.
I shift back, grab her leg, and drag it over my shoulder. The angle shifts, and fuck, it’s deeper. Her grip tightens on me, nails scraping skin, and I feel it. That edge building.
Max should be here.
He should see her like this: wrecked, needy, perfect.
“Faster,” she moans.
I obey.
My hips slam into hers, harder, deeper. My thumb finds her clit and presses down, circling it as her head flies back, back arching, a guttural cry caught in her throat.
I release her leg and bury my mouth in her breasts, sucking, biting, greedy.
She curses, calls my name, her voice hoarse with lust.
Her nipples are stiff, flushed, and begging for more. I pinch one while I suck the other, and she jerks beneath me, grinding harder. We move together, like we’ve always known how.
The air’s thick with sweat and moans and everything we can’t say.
She’sfucking perfect.
And I want to come inside her. I want to fill her up, make her lie there, andkeep it in her.
“Come on, love,” I growl. “Move that beautiful body.”
She moans loudly, hips rolling up to meet mine.
And fuck, my eyes roll back, my body seizes,
Shit.
I rise to my knees, grip her hips, and slam into her harder, deeper, rougher. The kind of thrust that makes the air shift.
“Tap my leg if it’s too much,” I grit out.
But she doesn’t.
