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“That’s it, just like that,” he whispered, and she cried out at the unrelenting clenching in her core.
Just his low, dirty voice could make her come. That w
as all it took.
He crawled on the bed, making room for himself between her legs. Her inner thighs burned a little from his stubble and the shift of his jeans re-ignited the fire now down to a slow burn. Almost casually, her thumb worked her clit. He dropped his gaze between their bodies, his kiss-swollen lips parting on an exhale as he watched her play with herself so close to his cock. His grip on her wrist increased. A shift of her hips and the tip of his thumb skimmed her mound.
It was unspeakably sexy. So naughty she couldn’t believe this was her, living this dream.
She never wanted it to end.
On a low curse, he yanked her hand away and brought it to his mouth, sucking her release from her skin so loudly that she would’ve flushed if she had any modesty left. Not now. Not while she was on her back in bright sunshine, revealing everything to him.
Giving him it all.
He held her wrist with one hand and jerked down his unzipped jeans and his boxers with the other. His rigid cock sprung free, and he wrapped her wet fingers around his much darker skin, urging her on with a soft plea that cut her to the quick.
“Please, baby. Touch me like you touched yourself.” He gritted his teeth as she sat up to comply. “I get so fucking jealous when your hands aren’t on me.”
Though she knew full well he wasn’t making sense right now, she couldn’t stop from whimpering at his words. “I want to touch you. Always.”
The instant the last word left her, she glanced up at him. But his eyes were closed, his head thrown back. She jerked him harder, using both hands in her own version of pulling on a rope, working on him with as much pressure as she could summon. It had to hurt, but he didn’t seem to mind. He reached up to fist his own hair as a fine mist of pre-cum sprayed her breasts. Just the tiniest drops that slipped down over her taut nipples and had her squeezing her legs together around his.
“Enough,” he ground out, but she didn’t stop. She lifted one breast to skim her wet nipple along his shaft and he made a guttural sound that rippled along her spine. “Inside you. I gotta come inside you.”
Instead of ceasing her actions, she met his gaze. “Take off your shirt.”
His cock jerked in her hand. She licked her lips, hoping for more little drops to hit her skin.
She wanted him to come on her. Just as she’d seen in all those clips. It had always seemed so dirty.
So hot.
“Fuck. I love when you’re bossy.” He reached behind his head and hauled off his thermal, tossing it behind him without looking to see where it landed.
She leaned forward to lick his chest, relishing his groan as if it was oxygen. Her teeth scraped the flat disk of his nipple and his dick leaped in her grip. She let it go long enough to lick her hand and wrap it around him again, stroking up and down hard and fast while she pressed kisses to his chest. Wet, loud ones that left little suction marks behind.
“If you take your shirt off tonight,” she whispered, darting a glance at him, “they’ll all know you’re mine.”
She didn’t know where the possessiveness came from. He wasn’t hers. She wasn’t deluding herself. Not that much anyway. But right now? He sure as hell felt that way.
Eyes glowing fierce green, he pushed her to the bed and moved over her, caging her in with his heavy, hard body. The damp tip of his cock left a trail over her belly and she shuddered.
Looming over her, his body so big and strong, he bent to suck on her collarbone. “Mine,” he rasped, and she knew he was marking her in the same childish way she’d branded him.
Joy soared through her chest. Needing to be as close to him as possible, she reached up and cup his head. All that soft hair sifted through her fingers as she loosened the band around his bun and tugged it free. Without thinking, she rolled the band on her wrist, closing her eyes at the feel of his silky hair tumbling against her flesh.
He lifted his head and kissed her, his mouth commanding hers. No gentleness now. All need.
“You got me too worked up,” he said against her lips. He almost sounded mad.
“Sorry?”
His chuckle made her grin until he sat back to tug off his jeans and boxers the rest of the way. He tugged his wallet out of his back pocket before he dumped his clothes on the floor. The movement made her really look at his cock, stiff and curved away from his body.
Holy crap, he was huge. And she was not. At least she didn’t feel that way inside.
“Oh. Right.” She bit her lip. “That’s supposed to go…”
