Page 127 of Just One Little Bargain

“You.”

I withdraw my fingers, her body clenching around them as they slip free. She catches the front of my jeans and tugs until I rise between her spread thighs.

Her hand slides down and closes firmly over me through the denim. Even through the fabric, the pressure blurs my vision. One firm stroke drags a helpless thrust from me.

“If you keep doing that,” I say, catching her wrist. “At this rate, I’ll finish before I’m even inside you.”

“Then get a condom.” Her smile turns wicked. “Top drawer. Left side.”

I lunge for it. Of course, Evie keeps condoms in the kitchen. The packet tears between my teeth because my hands have stopped taking instructions. I shove my boxers down and roll it on in record time.

When I look up, she’s watching me, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

I move back between her legs, and she takes over before I can touch her. Her fingers wrap around my cock, stroking me once through the slick mess before she lines me up with her pussy.

“Tell me if anything feels wrong.”

“Milo, I want you. Stop asking for permission I’ve already given.”

I push into her slowly. She grips every inch so tight I have to fight the urge to drive forward, waiting while her body yields around me little by little.

I don’t stop until my hips are flush with hers. The sound that tears out of her is long and ruined, vibrating through me.

Her pussy clenches around me in a series of quick pulses as she adjusts. I press my forehead to hers and drag in one unsteady breath, trying not to lose myself before I’ve even moved.

“Move,” she whispers, her nails biting into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. “Please.”

Her body clings to me until only the tip remains, then takes me back just as tightly when I sink inside her again.

She lifts into my next thrust, finding me halfway. Within seconds, we find a rhythm that fits us with indecent ease, her heels rising higher against my back as she tilts her hips for me. My groan hits the kitchen tiles and comes back twice as loud. I’d be mortified by the acoustics if Evie hadn’t fucked every useful thought out of me.

“You feel unbelievable,” I grit out. “Like you were built to ruin me. That’s not a complaint, for the record.”

“Good.” Evie’s fingers close around my jaw, forcing my eyes back to hers. “Now stop being careful and give me what I asked for.”

I brace one hand against the counter and raise her thigh, opening her farther for the next thrust. The deeper stroke knocks the air from her lungs, her fingers digging into my upper arms before both hands drop to my hips and hold me still.

Evie plants her heels and rolls herself onto me, slowly drawing every inch inside her and choosing the angle, the depth, the exact drag that makes her stomach tighten. Watching her fuck herself on my cock while I stand there helplessly hard beneath her might be the hottest thing either world has ever produced. Her pussy pulses around me, and I start reciting infernal tax codes before the sight finishes me.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” I can barely force the words past my teeth. “Every time you forget to hold yourself back, I want you more.”

Her rhythm falters, and the confidence slips from her face. “I always want you.” The admission is quieter than everything else. “More than I know what to do with.”

I won’t last much longer with her moving over me like this, not after hearing her admit that.

“Can I—”

“Turn me around.” Her gaze drops between us. “Please.”

For a second, I only stare at her. That was what I was going to ask, though I doubt we arrived there for the same reason.

“Yeah.” I stroke my thumb over her hip.

Evie slips down from the counter, and I guide her around until she’s bent over. For all the urgency burning through me, I move slowly, watching for any hint that she’s changed her mind.

Instead, she reaches across the wood and threads her fingers through mine. Her grip closes once, firm and certain, and the urgency in me eases just enough for something more tender to get through.

I line myself up behind her. Evie takes the rest from me. She rocks back in one greedy motion, swallowing my cock to the base. Her body clamps around me, tight enough to make my knees threaten mutiny.