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Chapter 30
Troy couldn’t believe his good fortune. He was not only here with a beautiful woman—a beautiful naked woman—but she was in his arms, her legs wrapped around him, telling him to find the nearest wall so he could thrust himself into her in one of the sexiest, most fantasy drenched scenarios possible.
He had to be dreaming—if her gorgeous body didn’t feel so amazingly real in his arms, he would’ve sworn to it. She was warm, firm, and soft in the exact places anyone would want an incredibly beautiful woman to be firm or soft, and her pulse was throbbing through her body in a rhythm that matched his own.
She was real, all right. And this, what they were sharing right now—that was real, too.
He carried her over to a blank expanse of wall at the far side of the living room and pressed her back against it, causing her to draw in a sharp breath. “Are you okay? Was that too rough?”
As turned on as he was, his first instinct was always going to be to protect her. To keep her safe, and make sure nothing hurt her.
She smiled up at him, her hands moving softly up the sides of his neck to cup his face. She gave him the gentlest kiss imaginable, and then said, “You’re so sweet. But, no. It didn’t hurt at all. I gasped because it turned me on.”
Fuck. That was all he needed to hear. He slid his hands down to cup her ass and lifted her up far enough away from his belly that he could position his cock at her entrance, at the perfect angle to lower her down onto him, impaling her on his stiff rod.
“Do it, Troy. Please. Oh, God, I need you to fill me up right now,” she groaned against his neck as her fingernails bit into his back. That was all he needed to hear.
He moved his hands to her hips and grasped her firmly, his hands digging into the soft flesh of her ass and belly. Then, he brought her down on him with one smooth, strong movement, drawing a cry of, “Oh, yes!” from deep within her throat.
He studied her face as he drove into her, loving the way it contorted into almost unimaginable configurations as his cock penetrated her. It wasn’t feminine, or graceful, or poised, or ladylike. It was wild and uncontrolled and visceral. And he’d never seen her look more beautiful.
When he was buried inside her up to the hilt, he pressed her against the wall so that he would have the needed leverage and slid one arm tightly around her waist to hold her up, then drew his hips back and thrust into her again. It drew another cry of reckless pleasure from her lips and he was incredibly pleased with himself. He liked giving her pleasure more than almost anything in the world and he absolutely loved that he possessed the ability to do it pretty much on command.
“Does that feel good?” He asked in a rough, commanding whisper.
“God, yes.”
“How good does it feel?”
Her eyes flew open and she studied his gaze. Perhaps she was searching within his eyes to see how serious he was, or maybe she was just drinking in the hunger that lurked behind them, taking pleasure from it. Either way, he felt her inner walls pulsing faster against his cock as she did so.
She let out a small whimper and then replied, “Better than anything I’ve ever felt.”
He smiled. “That’s what I like to hear.”
With that, he drew back and thrust into her again with a swift ferocity that he had not used before. She arched her back and her eyes rolled back in her head, and he dipped his mouth to swirl his tongue around first one hard nipple and another as he continued to pump his cock in and out of her.
After just a few short minutes, his head started to swirl. He leaned forward, his chest pressed up against her and his palm spread flat on the wall behind her. He pumped in and out of her, never breaking his rhythm.
When he felt himself get close to coming, he knew that he needed to change things up between them. This was too quick, he didn’t want it to end so soon. He growled into her ear, “I want to take you from behind. I want you on your hands and knees.”
She whimpered and her muscles turned to jelly in his arms. Her legs, wrapped around him so firmly just seconds ago, loosened and her feet landed back on the ground. She clung to his neck to remain upright, and she whispered, “That sounds incredible. Yes. The couch—I can get on all fours on the couch.”
A wave of hot electricity made him feel faint again as it passed through the length of him. God, it was such a huge turn on to think that they weren’t even going to get to the bed tonight. Well, maybe they would at some point during the night, but not anytime soon. She’d sucked him off by the front door, then he’d pumped into her against the living room wall, and now he was going to take her from behind on the couch.
If they focused and worked hard, they could christen every single room of this house before they were done.
He leaned down to pick her up, then carried her like a bride over the threshold. He set her down gently, as if she might break if he were too rough with her.
As soon as her body hit the cold leather, she scrambled up onto her hands and knees, turning to look at him over her shoulder, her glossy dark hair tumbling in gorgeous waves over the creamy skin of her back. It stretched almost to her ass; she looked like a classical painting to his eyes. So beautiful.
She caught his eyes and nodded, and he knew exactly what she meant—she wanted to be holding his gaze when he knelt behind her and pushed himself into her. He wanted that to. It was so damn hot.
He knelt behind her, using his knees to push her legs apart a little bit farther. He reached forward and stroked her soft curls, then trailed his fingertips down, tracing the shapely outline of her hips and waist. He felt her skin shudder under his caress and it made his cock jump.
He wanted to push himself into her right then, but there was one thing he needed to do first, and he was going to make himself be patient enough to do it. His number one rule was that Alison’s needs came first, and a rule was meaningless if you broke it the instant you didn’t want to follow it anymore.
He trailed his hands back over her plump, firm ass and then used one hand to rub his fingers up and down her soaking wet seam. She shook uncontrollably as he did this, and her arms shook and collapsed, sending her down to her elbows, her face buried in the couch cushion.
