Hadley thrusts into my mouth, jaw flexing as he growls around a moan. “Fuck, I don’t want to come down your throat, Sunshine. But unless we quit, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”
I hold his gaze and he steadies his erratic thrusts long enough for me to shake my head.
Not even a beat passes before his cock disappears and I’m lifted from the floor. He shuts off the taps and hauls me onto his hips. Padding to the bedroom, he devours my mouth, neck, and?—
I’m airborne.
The gut-sinking feeling of falling pulls a yelp from me as my back hits the big, soft bed. I land toward the top, Hadley still standing at the foot. I huff out a laugh. Wasn’t expecting that.
Somewhat recovered, I rest back on the pillows and spread my legs.
“Crawl, cowboy,” I rasp.
“Yes, ma’am.” His words are gravel.
My heart knocks around its confinement as he drops to the bed on his hands and knees and crawls toward me, those dark browns locked on mine every step of the way.
I’m dripping all over the covers. My center aches like it will never not be a bundle of nerves on fire ever again.
“Fuck, Maggie.” His gaze dips to my pussy. “A man’s never starved so bad.”
But he doesn’t quicken his pace, still making his way across the bed slowly.
“Ha—”
Dark eyes burn as they coast along my body. “Torture, remember.”
His face is as strung out as mine feels. At this point, who’s torturing who? He makes it to my knees and, with a rough grip, spreads me wider.
My breathing all but stutters out.
“Look at you. So fucking beautiful. Naked and wet on my bed. You’re a sight I’ll never forget.” He lowers, biceps and forearms flexing, dusting kisses up my thighs, alternating sides as he gets closer and closer to my center.
I slide my hair over one shoulder and let it drape over my breast.
He growls, sweeping the hair aside. “No, baby, those are mine.”
I run my hands through his hair as he lowers his mouth to my center.
“They’re yours,” I utter, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back onto the headboard.
