Page 50 of Shark’s Pride

Then again.

And one more time before she clawed even harder into my shoulders. I grunted, certain she was breaking the skin. I welcomed the surety. I craved her mark on me. If only she realized the claim was more than skin deep. Would that admission scare her the way it terrified me?

I banished the thought by refocusing on her body—and how it was affecting mine.

I withdrew from her heat. Kneeled up over her. She popped her green eyes wide. They were drenched in glittering arousal.

“Turn over. All fours.”

My growl was dark and deep, without an inch of room for debate. Abbigail rolled to her stomach, her braid lying down the center of her back. The view was beckoning to me to yank her up to her hands and knees. The lightning-fast argument I was having with myself was decided when the sassy brat led her next transition by lifting her ass up off the bed. The movement was for no other reason than to entice me. If she wanted to poke the beast, she’d feel his bite. I gripped her braid in one hand, tugging her head back at a sharp angle. She scampered up to her hands and knees to ease the slant, but I just took up the slack in the braid by pulling back more. With my other hand, I gave her a few quick slaps on her ass that now rested against my thighs. I could feel how soaked her pussy was along my leg when the cool air of the room blew across my skin.

“You’re soaked, Abbigail. You love the way I fuck you.” I spanked her ass again, and she moaned. “Do you want more, baby? Do you need to come?”

“God, yes! Please, yes. I do.”

I pushed two fingers into her and lazily pumped in and out. “How’s that? Better?”

She attempted to move her head from side to side but couldn’t while tethered by her hair. “No, no, that’s not.” She pushed her ass back into my hand for more, and I quickly added a third finger.

“How about now?” I taunted beside her ear while picking up the pace of the finger fucking.

“Bas! Why are you teasing me?”

I used my thumb to rub her clit roughly while I fucked her with my hand, pressing down to stroke her G-spot.

“Fuck! No! Shit! Oh…Bas! Oh my God!”

I couldn’t take any more. I needed to finish us both off.

I released her hair and pulled out my fingers, wiping her slickness across her ass. Before Abbigail could process much, I filled her again. With my cock.

“Give it to me. Give it all to me. Let me feel you come on my dick, Red.” Sweat formed on my forehead, a similar sheen evident across Abbi’s back. I dug my fingers harder into her hips, pulling her back onto my length as much as I thrust into her. Our bodies made a solid smack each time we collided.

Finally, as I felt the prickling sensation in my lower back and around to my groin, I slowed my thrusting. The ecstasy in my psyche was too damn good. The heat in my blood was too damn perfect. The pressure in my balls was too damn painful. Oh, yes. Agony to the point of ecstasy. I never wanted it to end. But at the same time, I already knew how good this orgasm was going to be.

“Come, Abbigail! You have five seconds. I’m blowing in five.”

“God, yes!” she cried.

“Four.” I thrust deeply, swiveling my hips when I bottomed out against her ass, rubbing against her swollen clit.

“Oh!” she cried out again.

“Three,” I warned, repeating the thrust and swivel.

“I’m close. So damn close, Bas.”

I reached over her hip and snaked my arm beneath her to find her clit. I squeezed the bud between my thumb and index finger. She bucked forward, but I held her steady. “Two!” I shouted, my orgasm boiling up from my balls.

“Fuck, fuck! Yes! God, Bas!” Her pussy pulsed and clenched around my dick as I shot my load deep inside her. I stilled completely while the inside of her channel seared me with her creamy release. Mixed with my own, we were a wet, sticky, well-satisfied mess.

At last, I rolled to the side, pulling Abbigail with me. She settled into the space in front of me. The little spoon to my big spoon. The puzzle piece that fit mine. I’d always wondered about all that bullshit when Pia made me sit through romantic movies, but now I knew. It was a perfect analogy, actually.

“You are ridiculous,” she finally said through a yawn.

“I was thinking more along the lines of amazing,” I replied dryly. “But magnificent would also suffice. I’d settle for outstanding.”

“Okay, ridiculous it is.” There was a soft smile in her voice.