Page 146 of Run to Me

Shutting off the engine in our driveway, I say, “Wait there.”

I open her door, unlatch the seatbelt, and lift her into my arms. Knowing where this is going, she kicks off her shoes as we cross the yard, letting them fall to the grass. She waves at a nosy neighbor, but I don’t care about him. I’m too busy calculating how long it will take to get her naked.

Once inside, I kick the door shut behind me and haul her toward the couch. “Why are you wearing so many fucking clothes?” I ask between frantic kisses.

Furiously working to unbuckle her overall straps, she says, “Help me undress.”

I groan and set her on her feet long enough to shove the overalls down her body. Then I fall onto the couch with her straddling my lap. One hand’s already between her legs with a finger in her panties, teasing her entrance. “Undo my pants.”

While she tugs at my belt, I bury the finger inside her. She’s soaked, but it’s been three months since we’ve had sex, and like she says, I have a mega dick. I add a second finger to stretch her, which proves difficult in our current positions. She struggles to push my pants and underwear down, so I lift my hips to help her free my throbbing erection.

“Are you ready for me?” I fist the front of her tiny thong and rip that fucker right off.

“Yes!” A whimper follows her yelp. “Ow. That was like a painful wedgie.”

“Sorry.” Definitely not sorry. “I’ll make it up to you.”

She notches the swollen head of my cock at her entrance, and I squeeze her plump ass cheeks and spread them apart as I lower her onto me, going slow so it’s better for her.

“Holy fuck.” I grit my teeth as she sinks down further, strangling every inch of me.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she chants, her sharp nails digging into my neck.

“Am I hurting you? Tell me if I need to stop.”

“No. Don’t stop.” She widens her thighs, taking more of me, and moans. “God, you feel so good.”

With controlled thrusts, I work my way deeper and deeper inside her. She’s so damn warm and tight, and when her ass settles on my thighs, we both sigh.

“Hold on to me, beautiful. It’s about to get wild because I really missed your pussy.”

I get to work, guiding her up and down my length. Her throaty moans fill the room as I punch my hips to meet her halfway. She makes the sexiest damn sounds on the planet. Our foreheads press together, our lips touching while panting air into each other’s lungs.

“Lose the shirt and the bra,” I say.

She wastes no time stripping them off. As soon as a nipple appears, it quickly disappears right between my lips. I suck on it hard before biting her breast. She rewards me with a loud moan while clamping down on me. I swallow her moan with a dirty, unforgiving kiss, plundering her mouth like it’s the last kiss I’ll ever have.

“I can’t control myself, birdie. I want to ruin you.”

“Ruin me. I’m begging you,” she pleads into my mouth.

Fuck. Yes.

My body takes over, pounding into her at a relentless pace. She cries out, both from pleasure and pain, but mostly pleasure because my woman loves the pain. Bouncing on my lap, she crashes against my thighs, claiming me faster, harder, deeper, as if I’m the one who might run away.

Her fingernails slice into my skin when she says, “I’m so close. Oh my god, J. Do it now!”

I bury my face in her curls, breathing in her tropical scent, and slam our bodies together. Her inner muscles clench, gripping me tight as she reaches the edge of oblivion. My release builds like an explosion waiting to happen. When the tugging sensation stirs low in my gut, I drag my tongue across her collarbone and sink my teeth into her shoulder.

A hoarse cry fills the room, and all her muscles tense before she convulses through a powerful orgasm. Her release gushes out of her and soaks my balls. I hold her tight against my drenched thighs and grind my pelvis like I’m burrowing into her body.

I shoot my cum into her with a rumbling shout of “Fuck me!”

I’m dizzy. Weak. Her featherlight weight on me feels unbelievably heavy when she melts against my chest, the effort to hold herself upright too much as we catch our breaths.

Then the craziest thing happens. Maisy Rae Donovan giggles.

I peel my sweaty head off hers and look at her, my jaw gaping. “Did you just giggle?”