Page 131 of Lost Trust

I open the truck door, and I groan as she slides off my lap. Once I climb out behind her, I quickly march her across the gravel path and toward the front of my cabin.

“Royce, slow down,” she rasps as I practically drag her forward.

Fuck slow.

I tug her in front of me. “I spend the whole damn day trying to focus on what I’m doing instead of on you,” I whisper in her ear as I get the door open, back her inside, and kick it shut with my boot. The sound echoes through the tiny space.

Her hands are in my hair, and mine are gripping her tighter than necessary. Our touch is frantic, and I’m kissing her like I’m scared she’s gonna change her mind and run.

I step forward, pinning her against the kitchen island, and she pulls back just long enough to whisper, “This cabin is nice.”

I manage a hoarse laugh against her mouth.

Then I kiss her again, and my fingers fumble with the belt at her waist. Once it’s loose, I toss it onto one of the barstools, and my hands go under her dress. I cup her ass to hike her up onto the granite, pressing my body into her to hold her in place.

She begins to tremble with need, arching her back. I kiss my way down her chest until I’m dragging the zipper between her breasts down with my teeth. Then I lift the suede fabric over her body and let it drop to the floor. Her soft breasts brush against the front of my shirt. She grabs a fistful of flannel and yanks my shirt from my jeans, and the two of us frantically start undoing buttons until I’m shrugging out of it. Her hands guide it off my shoulders, the tips of her fingers digging into the muscle.

I let out a guttural groan as I drag my mouth down the column of her throat, sucking and nipping as I make my way to her collarbone.

The feral need pulses through me as I taste her sweat-slicked skin.

Never have I wanted a woman like this.

She grips me tighter as my tongue explores the peaks of her breasts. My name is a moan on her lips as I suck a nipple between my teeth.

“God, Royce, that feels good.”

She hums encouragement as I bite down gently.

My head snaps up at the sound, and before she has a chance to protest, I’m carrying her over to the center of the room and dropping her onto the bed.

With my throbbing erection screaming to be released, I kneel beside her and pull one foot free from her boot and then the other and set them on the rug. Then I stand and quickly tug off my jeans and boots, retrieving a condom from my wallet before flinging it onto the nightstand.

Marina sits up and reaches for me.

“Baby,” I rasp as her fingers wrap around my cock.

I’m hard and ready as she holds the base with one hand and strokes firmly with the other. When she runs a fingertip over the head, I twitch in her grip, and my breath catches as I watch her.

Her gaze locks with mine, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

“Tease,” I hiss as my hands fist in her hair.

Her eyes spark with mischief as her tongue darts out and licks the dollop of pre-cum from the tip.

My grip on her hair tightens as she licks me again, this time letting her tongue swirl around the swollen head a few times before opening her mouth and taking me deep. She keeps her fingers wrapped firmly around the base as she works me with her mouth.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan as I watch my cock slide in and out of her pretty little mouth.

I thrust my hips, and she relaxes, letting me pump in and out as she hollows her cheeks and sucks me deep.

I bring my other hand around to caress her jaw as we find a rhythm, her gripping the back of my thigh with her free hand.

I can feel my cock growing thicker as she pulls back her lips and drags her teeth lightly down my length, causing me to growl as the speed of my thrusts increases.

“I’m going to come, baby,” I warn, but she doesn’t back away.

Instead, her hand moves to caress my balls as she sucks me faster.