Page 62 of Wicked Takeover
Blastoff.
He pocketed the instructions, strode to the ride, and hopped on. Lauren was several feet away, one hand on the bench to steady herself, the other waving furiously to make certain he saw her.
Suppressing laughter, he lumbered past bobbing horses and reached her side.
She looked at him with awe, tenderness, and hunger in her gaze. “What now?”
He didn’t have time for words. He undid his jeans, shoved them and his stretchy boxers down, and plopped on the bench. His cock was so rigid and ready, the damn thing pointed at her.
Lauren licked her lips.
Before she got the wrong idea and fell to her knees, he pulled a condom from his pocket. “This is for you.”
“Us. Can I put it on?”
“Next time.” He couldn’t delay his desire much longer. Once he’d rolled the slippery latex up his length, he patted his thigh. “Hop on.”
With an indecent smile, Lauren gripped his shoulder and used him for support. She raised her skirt above her belly. Her curls glistened in the available light, showing how wet she was.
He pulsed with endless need.
She lifted her leg to straddle him.
“No, wait…not that way.” His words caught with his crazy arousal. He cleared his throat. “Turn around.”
She gave him a baffled look but did as he’d asked. Slowly, though. Her footing was unsure from the rotating carousel.
“I have you.” He rested his hands on her hips. “I won’t let you fall.”
She looked over. “I know that.”
Her faith in him made Dante feel more worthy than he had in a long time. He returned her soft smile.
She winked. “Ready?”
“You can’t imagine.”
With her back to him and his hands supporting her, she straddled his legs and cradled his rod.
He drew in a deep breath.
Lauren guided his crown to her silky folds.
She was past wet, clear to saturated. If he could have managed, he would have groaned in delight. She lowered herself over him and sank down, her channel swallowing his shaft.
Her tightness and heat caressed, sending pleasant shivers through him. Impatient, he jerked his hips and pushed his remaining inches into her.
Lauren’s head fell forward. Wild, yearning sounds burst from her.
Making any noise wasn’t going to happen for him. He was too breathless. Wanting more, hell, demanding everything, he pressed his face to her shoulder and pulled her tee to her throat.
She arched her back.
He was too impatient to figure out where her bra clasp might be, so he pulled the cups aside, then down, and freed her lavish breasts.
Their weight and her tightened nipples shook him to his core. He fondled her roughly, as she liked and he preferred. Lauren gasped and whispered something he didn’t catch. He pumped his hips, wanting to be deeper, to burrow as far as he could within her.
She tightened around his cock, lifted herself, and sank back down, creating unimaginable friction.
