The slight breeze rustling through the treetops as they stretch over where Rhodes has parked his truck.
My heart.
For a split second I’m afraid that he’s going to push me away. But then his hands are gripping my hips and he’s pulling me until I’m straddling his lap.
He pries my lips apart with his and his tongue plunges into my mouth to explore. The kiss turns heated, frantic, and completely out of my control.
The only thing I can do is surrender to it. Surrender to him.
And I do.
CHAPTER 11
RHODES
The feeling of Helen grinding down on my dick has me groaning into her mouth. Fuck, I can’t get enough of her. My hands roam over her hips and torso. When I cup her breast and give a squeeze, she arches her back and circles her hips against the hard ridge of my cock.
My cock is begging to be let free and the only thing I can think about is being buried inside of her tight, wet pussy.
I start to peel her clothes off and pull my mouth from hers and bury my face between her luscious tits the moment I get her shirt and bra off. Kissing along her skin, I move to her nipple and suck the hard peak between my lips.
When I slide my tongue around the peak, she lets out the sexiest fucking moan and arches her back. I switch to her other nipple and let out a groan around her flesh as she grinds down against me.
My pants are so tight, and my cock is so hard. It’s bordering on painful.
“Please,” she pleads with me and I’m fucking undone.
My hand slides down the front of her black leggings. I almost chuckle at the memory of her looking like the most ridiculous burglar I’ve ever encountered when I found her roaming around a place she should have never been.
I’m a little surprised that she didn’t ask me about why I was out here, but I don’t give a fuck right now. There’s no way for me to evenput into words how angry I was when I realized the black-clad figure I was following was Helen.
The anger I was feeling hasn’t disappeared entirely and now it’s fueling my lust and desire for this woman.
“Sweetheart,” I groan as my finger slides between her pussy lips and I find her drenched, “are you this soaked for me?”
“Yes,” her voice is breathy.
She moves her hips as I slide two fingers deep inside of her tight heat while my thumb circles her clit. As I pump my fingers in and out of her, I watch pleasure wash over her features.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous while you teeter on the edge for me,” I grind the words out through my teeth, my jaw clenching as I try to hold myself back and not completely lose control.
“Rhodes,” she moans as her walls flutter around my fingers.
Needing to feel her, needing to be buried inside of her, I move us until she’s laying down on the seat and I’m hovering above her. My hands are shaking as I pull her leggings and the scrap of material which might pass as a thong down her legs. I know that my cock is leaking and making a mess in my pants.
Helen’s hands come up and make quick work of my belt and jeans. When she pushes them down over my hips far enough, along with my boxers, for my cock to spring free, a groan of relief rumbles out of my chest.
There’s just enough moonlight for me to see the way her arousal glistens on the lips of her pussy. Her face is flushed and her breathing is shallow, her body telling me just how much she wants this, how much she needs this.
My cock slides between her folds as I cover her body with mine. The moment our mouths meet, we start to devour each other. The kiss is wet and fierce with a lot of teeth and low moans.
Unable to hold myself back anymore, I hike her legs up around my waist as I slide my length down her slit. When the crown of my cock kisses her entrance, I slowly side inside of her. Every inch is the sweetest torture.
The way she stretches for me, the way her body accepts me, leaves me feeling dizzy. It’s too much and not nearly enough.
Helen’s body arches as she lets out a keening sound which has my dick throbbing inside of her. When she gushes around me, a growl rumbles in my chest. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and her fingers dive into the hair at the nape of my neck.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, “you feel so fucking good.”
