Page 80 of Out of Control

I ache. All the fuck over. My balls. My lower abdomen. That beating thing in my chest I swore was dead.

When she looks up at me with her mouth full of my cock, her lips just barely touching the Peach Ring, and those thick lashes fluttering, I’m fucking gone.

And it’s not like I had very far to fall.

I begin to move my hips slowly. I begin to fuck her mouth in slow, even strokes. Ones that test every ounce of my control to not make her gag on me.

But I hold the back of her head as her fingernails dig into my ass and hold on.

The Peach Ring edges me out. It’s like Sofia’s warm mouth and tight suction is enough to make me come, but the goddamn candy brings me to the brink and then backs me off.

It’s heaven.

It’s hell.

It’s a fight between ripping the fucking thing off so I can fuck Sofia into oblivion or letting it stay on and see how intense the orgasm is.

And when Sofia goes down on me one last time, when her lips close over that Peach Ring seconds before she starts gagging on me, I can’t hold out anymore.

I come. I come so fucking hard that I see stars. All I feel is the rush, the sweet burn of bliss, and Sofia sucking down on me and taking every goddamn thing I have to give her.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

This woman.

I haul her up against me. The Peach Ring’s still on, and I’m still fucking hard. It’s like I can’t get enough of her. I don’t think I want to. I pull her onto the couch with me. I hold her hips with one hand as I push up into her.

We both cry out. We both hold on.

Her in that sexy getup and me desperate to show her how she makes me feel.

Crazed. Whole. Incredible.

Enough.

We fuck desperately and hastily. Like it’s the first time and the last time. Like if there is a sliver of space between us, it’s too damn far.

She’s everything I want. Everything I need. And when she cries out my name, when she stares into my eyes as the fucking desire overwhelms her, and when she tightens around me like a vise, there’s only one word that crosses my mind.

Mine.

Sofia fucking Navarro is mine.

I pull her down to me, her legs still astride me and my cock slowly softening in her, but I still can’t get enough of her.

She’s all I see.

She’s all I want.

Her lips. Her kiss. Her taste.

Just fucking her.

Our lips meet. Once. Twice. Before I wrap my arms around her and hold her to my chest.

Words fail me. The ones I feel. The ones I want to say. The ones that are definitely here but for some reason, neither of us wants to give voice to yet.

How can we? This was supposed to be . . . whatever this was. One night? A festival fling? Done and over? But hell if I go an hour without thinking about her. Or see something I’d think she’d like. Or try and remember something I want to tell her.