Page 48 of Choosing Stella

Geo stood, his erection straining hard against his trousers.

I reached for his belt.

He closed his hand around my wrist before I touched it.

“You wanted to be caught, but you’re still trying to take over.”

“Being caught didn’t make me obedient.”

That made him laugh.

I loved the sound far too much.

Geo released my wrist and opened his trousers himself. His cock was thick and hard enough that I paused before pretending I wasn’t impressed.

He reached into the open duffel on the chair and took out a condom.

“You pack those with the emergency supplies?”

“I like being prepared.”

“That answer is much more believable than you claiming to be an optimist.”

“I wasn’t going to claim that.”

He tore the packet open and rolled the condom on.

I shifted farther onto the bed and turned onto my knees, then looked over my shoulder at him.

“Catch me properly.”

Geo’s jaw flexed, and his gaze dropped over me before returning to my face.

His hand slid down my spine and closed around my hip.

“Is this what you want?”

“I want more.”

He stepped in behind me. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, and I pushed back deliberately.

Geo gripped my hips with both hands.

“Tell me.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

He drove into me.

The stretch stole my breath. I squeezed around him and held still for a second while I adjusted.

Geo didn’t move.

“Do you need a second?”

“No, I’m good. Move.”

He did, hard enough to pull a moan out of me.