Page 105 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

“Oh fuck.”

“Look at you,” he groans, voice rough as he sinks in deep again. “Losing it all over my cock and taking it so fucking well.”

I just nod because right now words are hard. All I can think about is him inside of me. My pussy grips him tighter, getting slicker, welcoming him as he finds a steady rhythm. He kisses me once more, capturing my gasps. He brings his hand up and brushes my hair back, and my legs hook around his waist, drawing him in more.

“It feels so fucking good,” I spit out.

“That right there?” He says through clenched teeth thrusting harder.

“Yes,” I moan, my fingernails digging into is biceps.

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispers against my ear before he drops his mouth to my neck.

I must have some praise kink because my second orgasm follows right after. My pussy clamps down hard on his cock. He thrusts more, riding me through it before he comes, a deep growl rumbling from him as he drives in one last time.

He eases down beside me, gathering me into his arms. I fall into his chest trying to regain the ability to breathe correctly. His hand strokes my hair, lips pressing a kiss to my temple.

“You were perfect,” he whispers. My skin buzzes, and I know that from this point forward I am completely fucking his.

Chapter 38

Katie

Michael’s breath is warm against my temple as we lie there. My body hums with aftershocks, and every inch of me sore in the best way. I tilt my head up, catching his eyes, and a lazy smile spreads across his face, crinkling the corners.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his voice rough. “Was that good?”

I nod, tracing a finger over one of his tattoos.

“It was fucking fantastic.”

He laughs big.

“Hold on,” I say, looking down, “I feel messy, though.”

He chuckles, a deep rumble that vibrates through his chest into mine.

“Yeah? Let’s fix that.”

Before I can protest, or even think, he sits up and lifts me in one fluid motion. His hands slide under my back and thighs. I yelp in surprise, and my arms instinctively loop around his neck.

“Michael! What the hell?” I laugh, my legs dangling as he cradles me against his bare chest. His skin is slick with sweat, and his muscles flex under my touch.

“I’m taking my girl to get cleaned up,” he says with a wink, striding toward the bathroom door.

His cock, still semi-hard and glistening, brushes against my hip with each step, sending a fresh spark through me. I squirm a little, half-embarrassed, half-turned on, but he just tightens his grip, grinning. He shoulders the bathroom door open and flicks the light on. He carries me straight to the tub, and sets me down gently on the edge. Then he steals a quick kiss, his mustache tickling my upper lip.

“Stay put, Doll. I’ll get the water going.”

I smack his ass.

“Watch it,” he says, leveling a look at me.

I giggle, and watch him twist the faucet, steam starting to billow as hot water cascades from the showerhead. His ass flexes as he bends over, firm like the rest of him, and I bite my lip, already missing the feel of him inside me.

He turns back, catching me staring, and his eyes darken with mischief. “Like the view?”

“Fuck you,” I shoot back.