“Later, Ford. Later. I’ve been admiring your dick since you took off your swim shorts. Now I need to feel that nice big cock fucking me into the mattress.”
Masculine pride floods me. I don’t care what her dog does. I only care about giving her exactly what she wants.
I settle between her thighs, tear open the wrapper, and roll it on. My dick jumps as I cover it. Skylar’s watching me the whole time, licking her lips, eyes flickering with a lust that matches mine.
This is almost too much.
I roam my hands up her legs, my chest heating to supernova levels as I admire the woman under me—the woman who speaks her mind. I’d tease her all night, but my storied patience makes a fast exit when I rub the head of my cock against her wetness.
It’s like a match to kindling. I’m on fire in seconds, a roaring blaze in my cells. I sink into her, groaning savagely at the tight, welcoming feel of her.
The way she lets out a breathy gasp.
How her thighs fall open, inviting me to fill her.
As I do, everything turns electric. She reaches for me, holding my face, all her vulnerability suddenly shining through as she strokes my jaw.
It’s a tender moment amid the lust, and it floors me. Hits me right in the heart.
“I want you,” she whispers. It’s soft and sweet, and the sound of those three words sends a hot tremor shooting down my spine.
“Have me,” I rasp, as I ease out, pausing to let her feel the emptiness without my cock in her. When she’s whimpering for more, I thrust into her again.
I slide a hand to her hip, hitching her thigh against my ass. Finding the perfect spot to fuck her good.
My mouth catches hers, and I give her quick, rough kisses as I fuck her into the mattress like she wants.
Till she’s crying out.
Till she’s wrapping her legs tighter around me.
Till she’s grasping at my hair.
Arching her back and letting go. It’s outrageously breathtaking in a way I never expected.
But then I never expected her.
Lust barrels down my body as I swivel my hips, then thrust back into her. Her breath comes faster, her moans needier, and I’m sure she’s almost there. But a man should never assume.
“What do you need, baby? Tell me what you need to get there.”
Her eyes fly open. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing staggered. “Put me on my hands and knees.”
Say no more.
I ease out, flip her over, and move behind her. And…yes. Fucking yes. She’s beautiful like this as I sink back into her sweetness. My brain melts, and I’m pretty sure I won’t last much longer.
I rope an arm around her waist, then coast my fingers down to the paradise between her thighs.
“Oh god, yes, do that,” she instructs.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I murmur as I play with her clit while I fuck her.
She moves with me, rocking back, dropping her head, muttering desperately, “I’m close. Don’t stop—please don’t stop.”
My legs shake. My mind blurs—the tell-tale signs an orgasm is imminent. But I grit my teeth and fight it thehell off. She must come first. And the woman has made it clear what she wants and needs—for me to go the distance.
I follow her orders to the letter. Fucking and rubbing, thrusting and stroking. Staving off my own pleasure until she shouts a long, gloriousyesthat shatters into incoherent sounds of pleasure in seconds. Finally, I stop fighting it. I follow her there, giving in to the white-hot pleasure coursing through my body.
