Page 211 of This Bitter Sweet Temptation
“That’s it, good girl,” he growls, releasing his hold on my hair so my head falls down. He runs that hand up my spine, even as he keeps up his relentless, controlled rhythm. “That’s my girl. Made for taking this cock.”
God!
His praise just makes me come harder.
It’s almost too much as he just keeps going, slamming me through my O, marking me from the inside out now.
He slows like he can sense it, that hand smoothing up and down my spine again.
“Easy,” he says. “Breathe for me.”
I do.
And I moan into my arm, vaguely aware that it’s a crowded building with crappy thin walls. But I’m also so overwhelmed I can’t bring myself to care.
He pulls out then, turns me over, and hooks my leg up to my shoulder. Holding my other knee wide, he captures my eyes as he pushes in again, stilling as the aftershocks shudder through my body.
“Fuck, Cleo,” he grates, desert dark eyes scanning over my face.
There are so many stars in his eyes tonight, all shining just for me.
He kisses my ankle, and I feel it everywhere, feel what he says without one word.
He’s bleeding with gratitude, and so am I.
We both needed this.
He bends over me, his arms effortlessly scooping under my back so he can kiss me. And there, holding me, cradling me, his hips start working, quickly gaining speed.
My eyes flutter shut.
Oh, this beautiful angle hits spots I didn’t know I had.
I’m going to come like mad, so fast it’s almost shameful.
His brute kiss speeds that up, and I tilt my head back, moaning at the way he’s hitting every button. Just right.
“That’s it,” he growls against my mouth. “Come all over my cock. I want to feel that pretty little pussy wring me dry.”
Going, going,gone!
I moan as my body convulses again.
Holden kisses me harder, greedily drinking my pleasure like wine.
It’s not long before he loses himself, too, pushing inside me with a final grunt.
He empties himself with a force that whites my vision.
Rapture. So good it’s blinding, and we’re both lost to that beautiful heat as his seed hurls inside me.
When I’m coming down again, I thread my fingers through his sweat-slicked hair, feeling his chest rise and fall as he half lies on me.
Drained in the best way. Like the man took a needle to my ballooning stress and popped it with one sexy strike.
Now we bask in the afterglow.
A warm, delicious glow that caresses my skin like a balmy ocean current. Strangely gentle after he almost fucked me through the kitchen table.
