Page 139 of Chasing Sarah

“You’re fucking perfect.”

Thrust.

“And.”

Thrust.

“All.”

Thrust.

“Fucking”

Thrust.

“Mine.”

She explodes when I growl the last word.

“Rhys!” She cries, her pussy squirting all over my cock.

Her legs tremble as her orgasm takes over. My thrusts turn rabid, I slam my hip forward. Our bodies slap against each other, filling the room the sounds of our pants and her wet pussy being fucked.

With a final thrust, I cum hard enough that my vision goes black for a split second.

Her body turn lax when she’s come down from her high. “That was amazing.”

I chuckle and press a kiss to her sweaty forehead.

“You’re welcome for rescuing you, by the way,” she says as I set her down on her feet.

I bark out a laugh, tucking myself back into my pants. “I had it handled.”

“Sure, you did,” she teases, patting my chest as she walks past me.

I watch the sway of her delicious hips with each step she makes toward the door.

Chasing Sarah was the best damned thing I’d ever done.

And I’d do it all over again.