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Banding his arm around her, he lifted her onto her knees and slid one finger inside her. Hot and slick, those tight inner muscles squeezed his finger. “Ride it.”
Ignoring how her pussy contracted at the sheer authority in his voice, Havana fucked herself on his finger, not possessing a single qualm about taking exactly what she needed. The whole time, he whispered encouragements and left suckling little kisses all over her neck. And when he curved that thick finger just right, she almost burst out of her skin.
With a desperate moan, she dropped her hands to his waist and snapped open his fly, letting his rock-hard dick bound free. “Want you in me.”
He didn’t make her wait. He lifted her, positioned her just right, and planted her on his cock.
She froze, her breath catching in her throat with the pleasure/pain of being abruptly stuffed full. “Holy shit,” she rasped.
His eyes glittering, he raised her again and then roughly impaled her on his dick once more. “Fuck me, baby.” He hissed as she began to ride him hard. “Yeah, that’s it, use my cock to get yourself off.”
It wouldn’t take long for her to come. A delicious tension was already coiling low in her stomach, making her desperate for more, rougher, faster.
Tate growled as she started slamming herself even harder on his dick. He filled his hands with her breasts, wanting to feel the round, firm mounds bounce in his grip. She really did have phenomenal tits. He wanted to bite them. Fuck them. Come all over them.
He pinched her nipple just right. She arched, and her head fell back. Not having that, Tate fisted one hand in her hair and tugged her head back up. “No. I want your eyes on mine when you come.” He also wanted to punch his hips up to meet each thrust; to drive into her until she screamed for him. But he got off big time on watching his mate take herself there, so the latter could wait.
His gut clenched when she made this distinctive, telling little moan just as her pussy warmed, tightened, and quaked around him. “Christ.”
A flush swept up her body. Her eyes widened. Her breath caught. Her pussy spasmed. And then she was coming. He used his grip on her hair to keep her head up so he could watch her orgasm take her; so he could watch as her eyes went blind, her swollen lips parted, and her brow creased like the pleasure was so good it was almost painful.
“Fuck, yeah.” Keeping his cock snug inside her, Tate stood, turned, and dropped the upper half of her body on the bed. Gripping her ass tight, he pounded into her, wanting to bury himself so deep inside her she’d choke on him.
“Oh God, don’t stop.” Havana curved her legs around him and gripped the bedsheet. Every savage thrust hit her so deep as he fucked her hard, his pace far faster than hers. Oh, and then he adjusted his angle, finding a decadently sensitive spot inside her. She fisted the bedsheet tighter. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
“Again,” he bit out, finding her clit with his thumb. “I want you to come for me again.”
Well, he’d get what he wanted, because she was already close. And as that very adept thumb rolled, pressed, flicked, and rubbed, the pressure inside her built and built and built.
He bent over her, his glittering eyes snaring hers. “One day, I’m going to leave a permanent brand on you, so the world knows you’re mine. Until then …” He sank his teeth into the crook of her neck.
She sucked in a breath as pleasure tore through her in violent waves, bowing her back. He closed his mouth over hers, swallowing her scream, and growled as he slammed harder, faster. Then he exploded.
Havana melted into the mattress, her body shaking, her lungs burning for air. Tate collapsed on top of her, catching his weight on his forearms. For long moments, they just stayed there like that, trying to catch their breath as he slowly glided his cock in and out of her.
He kissed the stinging bite mark on her neck and hummed. “Your scent gets so much sweeter after you come. Makes my cat want to lick you all up. I’ll be the one doing the licking, though—it’s part of my plans for later.”
She drifted her fingertips over the sleek skin of his back. “Later?”
Lifting his head, he stared down at her, his eyes languid and lazy. “Yes, later. I’m staying here tonight.”
She flicked up a brow. “While I have no issue with that, I have an issue with the ‘don’t argue with me’ tone.” So did her devil, but the animal was currently too out-of-it to do more than toss him a frown. “However, as you just gave me a momentous orgasm and I’m feeling all warm and tingly, I’ll let it go. It’s best if you don’t pull out that tone again, though, ’kay?”
