Page 136 of Sunrise & Serenity

Holding myself there, buried so deep my aching balls press against her ass, I’m overwhelmed. I can feel everything. Every small clench around me. Every tremor that runs through her. “Christ, Sage.”

I reach for the ties of her shirt, tugging them all the way open and peeling the fabric away like I’m unwrapping a gift. All I have to do is yank down the cups of her bra to leave her fully exposed to my hungry gaze.

Rather than pumping into her the way my body is urging me to, I glide my knuckles over the swell of her breast, then circle the hard point of her nipple with a fingertip, following up with a light pinch.

She jerks and whimpers as her body tightens around me.

It’s too much. I pull almost all the way out before pushing back into her, and the sensation damn near wipes my mind clean.

Her head tips back, a moan spilling from her lips.

Gripping her thigh, I find a rhythm, watching every reaction cross her face. She meets me thrust for thrust, no hesitation now, taking what she needs instead of waiting for me to give it to her.

It drives me fucking crazy.

Her hands glide over my chest before one curves behind my neck and pulls me down. I go willingly, catching her mouth with mine and kissing her until she’s gasping against my lips.

Sparks of pleasure shoot through me from where I’m filling her, my control fraying every time she grinds against me.

Holding her hips still, I rub circles over her swollen clit until she’s clenching down even more, then give it a light pinch.

Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open. “Holden, I want… I need.”

As desperate as I am to let go and take her with me, I’m not ready for this to end yet. I drag my hand away and pull out.

She gasps, then whimpers in protest. “I thought you were going to…”

I grip her chin and run my thumb along her lower lip. “Fuck you? Fill you up?”

Her throat bobs and she nods.

“That’s exactly what I’m gonna do, sweetheart,” I tell her. “I promise I’ll be buried back inside your pretty little cunt in a second. Now shift back for me.”

Pushing herself up and bracing her hands on either side of her hips, she scoots back.

I press the button that drops the tailgate step, then snag my shirt off the truck bed and lay it over the step.

She watches my every move, breasts thrust up high by the cups of her bra, bare skin silky smooth under the glow of the moon. Her focus drifts down, and when she licks her lips, I grasp my length and give it a few firm strokes.

Groaning, she tips her head back. “Holden…”

“Knees on the step.”

She scrambles down, drops to her knees, and looks over her shoulder at me, her lips curved as she shrugs out of her unlaced shirt, then unclasps her bra and lets it slide down her arms.

Her coy smile has me squeezing my dick to rein myself in. But when she folds forward, pressing her chest flat against the truck bed and presenting her perfect ass to me, I lose control.

Jolting forward, I trail one hand down the long line of her spine while I notch the head of my cock against her again. With my focus fixed there, unable to look away, I sink back into her.

“So damn tight. You’re going to make me work for the privilege of filling you, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Without waiting for a response, I grip her hips and drive into her, and she cries out my name as I bottom out, impossibly deep at this angle.

I murmur words of praise, dragging my fingers over her soft skin. “That’s my beautiful girl. You take me so damn well. I love your sweet cunt. I can’t wait until you’re full of my cum.”

“Yes,” she hisses. “Give it all to me. Let me feel it.”

I can’t take it anymore. I need this—I need her.