The column of her throat shifts as she swallows. ‘Ryker I don’t think—’
I guide her hips close. ‘You can.’
She glosses up my cock with her juices, the tip of my dick against her clit as she slides her perfect pussy along the length of me.
Fuck. Me.
I crown her entrance, but her fingers shoot out to grip the hem of my shirt.
‘Wait, take this off,’ she says, biting her lip. ‘I want to feel all of you.’
I throw my shirt on the back seat. Gianna’s eyes roam across my body, taking me in. And I let her, because the way she’s looking at me now is a reflection of how I see her. Like I’m everything.
Her delicate hands roam across my body. Soft fingertips wander over every inch of me, moving with the grooves of my muscles. I don’t take my eyes off her and it’s like time pauses.
Just for us.
I slowly thrust up into her, a growl leaving my lips as I break into her tight, wet heat.
‘Oh my god,’ she keens.
Gripping her hips, I guide her down. Her arousal drips down the length of my cock as her nails bite into my skin. Her hand suddenly shoots down, resisting against me.
‘You’re too … I don’t think … Fuck,’ she cries. ‘I can’t.’
‘You can,’ I praise. ‘You can handle it.’
I continue lowering her. A small cry leaves her plump lips as she sinks to the hilt. I bury myself in her, moving my hips and controlling hers at a slow pace.
Gianna’s scream gets lost as she chokes on a moan. As her tight cunt squeezes my cock, I’m reminded why Gianna Brooks is impossible to forget.
I reach up to cup the base of her head, and she leans forward, her hair covering her flushed skin. I use my free hand to brush the hair from her face. ‘Let me see you, baby.’
I lift her all the way out, and slide my cock back inside, delirious with the need to get as deep as I can. I can feelher pussy contracting, wanting more. I drive into her deep. Slow. Letting her feel every inch. Every twitch. Every stroke. But I’m not gentle. No. I drive so deep that tears roll from her eyes. I skate my fingers across her body, watching the goosebumps rise to the surface of her skin as her head lolls back.
Goddamn, my girl’s beautiful.
‘Tell me again,’ I say.
‘What?’
‘That you love me.’
‘I do. I love you, Ryker.’ Her eyes lock with mine and she holds us there. Connected. Like one.
‘Gianna, I’ve always loved you.’ I kiss her, swallowing her throaty moans, inhaling all her whimpers as I hold her waist so she falls into a rhythm that matches mine.
‘Look down. Look how well you take me.’
Her neck reddens as she gazes at our connection.
‘You’re doing so well, baby.’
The light sheen of fog on the windows is now so thick, condensation trickles down the glass in rivulets. I increase my rhythm, slamming into her with long, powerful strokes. Her raspy moans flood me with desire for more of her scent, for the feel of her cunt gripped tight around my cock. And I want to ruin her, to split her open like she’s done to me. Because this woman brings me to my fucking knees.
Curls stick to her face as she moans and meets my movements. She wants it all. I press my fingers to her clit in circles, over and over until my name becomes a hypnotic chant on her lips.
Her pussy spasms, clenching around my erection as she orgasms, and I’m right behind her. My balls tighten and I spill inside her, my heart a percussion of deafening drumsin my ears. I get as deep as I can, relishing the way her pussy milks every drop of cum.
