Page 106 of Sky’s Edge

I sucked, bobbing. I engaged my hands, one stroking, one cupping and squeezing his balls.

When I did that, he surged out of the couch so he was standing and could better fuck my mouth, though, throughout his movements, I did not allow him to unlatch.

Even if he was face fucking me, I still kept at him and kept at him and kept doing it until he hauled me up with a hand under my arm.

My dress was a goner, because he tore it off me.

My panties and bra the same.

Yes, both of these turned me on exponentially more than I was already turned on, and I was seriously freaking turned on.

Then I was on my knees on the couch, facing the back of it.

Tanyn tipped my hips with both hands, before he bent over me, wrapped one arm around my chest, the hand cupping my breast, and the other one he used to guide himself to me.

He lined up.

And thrust inside.

Feeling him fill me, feeling the beauty of us complete, my head flew back, hitting his shoulder, and I cried out.

“Bloody fucking hell,” Tanyn groaned into my neck as he fucked me hard, rocking my ass back into his hips, pinching and twisting my nipple.

I panted, held on to the back of the couch so he wouldn’t fuck me into it, or over it, and my world exploded when he found my clit with the fingers on his other hand.

That felt so good, I jerked in his hold.

“Tanyn,” I gasped.

“Harder.”

I slammed into his rhythm, hearing our flesh slapping together, my pussy squeezing, my breaths raspy.

“Fuck me harder,” he growled.

I bucked into him.

He tugged at my nipple, and between that, his cock, his finger at my clit, I reached back to grip his hair and pressed my head into his shoulder as I detonated, whimpering his name, quivering in his arms.

My world black.

My world Tanyn.

“Yes, my beautiful Catla,” he grunted, extending my climax by using his arm around my chest to keep me driving back into his thrusting hips at the same time his hand pushed between my legs, his long, strong fingers surrounding our connection, and the intimacy of that made me tremble anew.

Suddenly, he jerked in, filling me full.

I mewed deeply in pleasure.

And he stuffed his face in my neck, sucking hard at my flesh then groaning against my skin as he unloaded in me.

He kept me full as he came down, then he started gliding inside, his lips moving sweetly against my neck, his hand coming from between my legs to round my waist so he was holding me in both arms.

So…

Yes.

Proof positive angry sex was good.