Page 44 of A Wild Card Kiss

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Grabbing the headboard, she tenses. Everything goes on a sensual, heady pause. Until… “Yes!”

She starts up again, trembling, as she rides my face through her orgasm, her taste flooding my tongue.

Prides suffuses me, and wild desire too, infusing every damn cell.

I hold her tight as she pants and moans. As she comes down, I gently lift her off my face, setting her next to me on the bed.

A few seconds later, I stretch over her, pressing my hard cock against her soft stomach. “Want to make you come again, sweetheart,” I say, pushing, rubbing, letting her know how hard I am.

“Yes, please, now.”

I reach an arm to the nightstand, grab a condom from the drawer.

When I return to the beauty, she slides a hand down her body, traveling between her tits, heading for her mound. She parts her legs wide for me.

“Fucking beautiful,” I moan in appreciation as I settle between those toned thighs.

“So are you,” she says, reaching for my chest, her expression lust drunk, like she’s still high on her first orgasm.

I roll on the condom, then rub the head of my cock against her slick heat. She arches, her body begging, her voice husky.

My dick throbs with anticipation.

But before I push in, I wiggle a brow. “So, how about anI told you so?That was less than three minutes.”

Her grin is electric. “You’re right. You’re so damn right. You’re so fucking right. Now give me that fine dick, and give it to me hard.”

And I’m positive God is a Renegades fan and rewarding me for that last Super Bowl win.

Because this is heaven.

I slide inside, her heat welcoming me as I fill her to the hilt.

Her breath hitches. Mine escapes my lungs in a shuddery gasp.

Because she is divine. “You feel incredible.” I grunt, savoring the tight warmth of her body.

Wrapping her legs around my ass, she whispers, “So do you.”

She loops her hands around my neck and draws me closer. She’s all vulnerable as she asks, “Will you kiss me?”

Wherever are my manners? I haven’t kissed the woman tonight. “Shame on me for not kissing your lips before your sweet pussy.”

“Shame indeed,” she teases.

As I swivel my hips and drive into her, I drop my mouth to hers, catching her lips with mine. My eyes close, and we get lost in each other.

Our tongues explore.

Lips slide.

Mouths tangle.

She lets out a sensual sigh. “Mmm yes,” she murmurs and I deepen the kiss.

“So good,” I whisper, savoring her mouth as I fill her body.

We kiss as we fuck.