“Or I could do this.” Watching her swallow my dick was blowing my fucking mind. No blowjob had ever felt this intimate. “And then you’ll have taken the edge off before you show me what you’ve been wanting to do to me.”
“Good plan.”
That was ground out between gritted teeth, because I was already so fucking close. The feel of her, the way the wind whipped around us, had it feeling like an extension of her caress. “Fuck, Mackenzie, you make me feel so good. That’s it, love, just like that.”
My hips couldn’t help but move, thrusting slightly, but I held myself back. There was no way my girl would end up spluttering on the end of my cock. Holding back just made this so much sweeter when it came.
“Pull off…” I gasped. “If you don’t…”
She hummed her answer, making my feet curl in my boots, right as it came tearing through me. Ecstasy, pure ecstasy, had me pulsing right down her throat, until finally she swallowed my load and pulled away.
“Holy shit…” Fighting to take a breath, I leaned back on the half decayed wall. “That was…” As my head hit the crumbling stucco, something moved out of the corner of my eye, and it wasn’t my girl. “What the fuck!”
A bloody great tarantula the size of my hand, but chunky with it, crawled negligently closer. “Mackenzie… Love, grab my knife from my pocket.”
“Why?” Her amused tone, her grin, when my eyes rolled her way, had me staring. “That’s just Chuck. He won’t hurt you. Don’t make any sudden moves, though.”
“No chance of that,” I growled, eyeing the spider.
“Just move slowly.” She winked at me. “Chuck can get a little skittish.”
I ignored everything she said, not taking a full breath until I’d darted away from the building. Patting down my shirt, my hair, had Mackenzie falling about in a fit of laughter. Once I had my pants buttoned up, I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder, after giving that perfect arse a well-deserved smack.
“Chuck…” I grumbled. “I get everything is bigger in America, but does that have to apply to your arachnids as well?”
“Not everything is bigger.” That hand was cupping my groin again and my cock apparently thought near-death experiences were hot, because I was rising to the bait again. “You guys have the Big Pineapple, the Big Lobster, but it’s the Big Banana I’m interested in.” This was going to be a very difficult, very distracting hike back to the car. “Care to show me all the ways Australia has America beat?”
“Try and stop me,” I said, making for the trail.
Chapter 35
Mackenzie
“Shh…”
I was in my old room, but nothing like this had happened in here before. Night had fallen and we were in bed. My body was pressed into the mattress, my pillow barely stifling my cries, because Troy had indeed showed me exactly how much bigger Aussies could be. My thighs spread wide, he surged between them, fucking me at this deliriously slow pace. Caught on the precipice of orgasm for hours, it felt, I was so damn ready. But when I went to tell him that, his hand slapped over my mouth, keeping me quiet.
“Your mother will hear.” That was enough to cool my desire a little, but then he pressed deeper. “Then she’ll know the exact sounds you make when you’re fighting to take my dick.”
God help me, she would, because my body was forced to stretch at every thrust, his cock dragging over something so terribly sensitive inside me, I couldn’t help but cry out. For more, to go deeper, to press hard against something I was never ever aware of before him. My hips tilted back and he let out alow groan as it allowed him to thrust a fraction more. Stretched to capacity, I couldn’t take any more.
But I wanted to.
Moving back home, I’d been forced to buy the world’s quietest vibrator and right now, I sent up a prayer of thanks to the manufacturer. It was supported by a pillow, pushed up against my clit with every pass. Legs quivering, this didn’t feel like sex. Troy was breaking me apart, only to remake me.
As his.
Every night could be like this, I couldn’t help but exult. And every morning. The alarms would go off early, or we’d roll over once we woke up and reach for each other. The pain of being apart even an inch would be eased the moment he slid home. Fucking me harder, faster, each stroke would mark me as his.
“Troy…”
I’d pulled my mouth free of his palm, just in time to whimper his name.
“Shh.”
“No, Troy, I’m?—”
“I know.” His voice was low and ragged with emotion. “I know, love. I can feel you clamping down around me, every fucking flex of that sweet little cunt of yours. I know your body, your responses, and I know you need this.”
