Page 124 of Red Marked

So good but not nearly enough.

I groan.

My pussy flutters around his cock. He leans over me and groans into the back of my neck.

“Star. You feel so fucking good.” His breath is hot on my shoulder.

“Yes. Less talking, please.”

He laughs, low and rough, and he pulls back.

The drag of him leaving me is almost worse than the going in. Then he pushes home again, and the air is punched out of my lungs in one gust. He does it a second time. Slow. Deep. All the way out and all the way in, and that finger stays exactly where it is on my tight bundle of nerves.

I tip my head back and make a choking noise.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” I fist the sheet. “Yes! Yes!”

His hips snap forward, and I shout it again without meaning to.

He stops being careful with me, which I’m glad for.

I won’t damn well break.

He grunts with every thrust now, hard sounds that come straight out of his chest, and his thighs slap against the backs of mine, and the bed knocks the wall with every stroke. My breasts jerk backward and forward. My nipples are pulled tight, dragging over the sheet each time he drives in. There’s a cry pulled out of me every time he bottoms out. High and animalistic. I can’t stop it, and I don’t want to. It’s absurd how good this feels.

I shove back to meet him, and he gives me more.

“Fuck.” He grits it out through his teeth. “Fuck, Star! Fuuuuuuck.”

It builds low in me, hot and tight, winding tighter with every stroke. I’m close. So close I can taste it. It’s right there, glowing at the edges.

His finger strums on my clit in fast, frantic circles, pressing hard, and I scream into the mattress because I’m that damned close. He groans. It’s a huge sound, ripped out of him, and he folds over my back, his chest against my spine and his forearm braced next to my head, and he keeps thrusting, keeps rubbing, and I’m almost, I’m nearly…

He growls.

His free hand clamps down on my hip, and he jerks into me. Once. Twice. A third time, deep and stuttering, and the noise that comes out of him is strangled.

He strums on my clit, and it tips me over the edge. His cock hammers in and out of me as my stomach tightens and then lets go.

I give a wail as my pussy spasms around him.

Flint gives a low, drawn-out moan that’s sexy as hell.

I grip the comforter, my eyes wide. My mouth too. He fucks me harder, jerking into me in frantic movements.

He keeps rubbing on my clit, slowly easing off as I come down. Slowly, slowly…drawing out my pleasure.

Then cool air rushes in where he was as he pulls out. I’m left with my knees spread and my ass in the air, and every part of me a shaking mess.

I’m somehow desperate for more, even though I just came twice.

“Shit.” His voice is raw. “Shit, Star. I’m sorry. Fuck. I’m so sorry.”

I turn my head. He’s kneeling behind me, and his cock is still standing straight up, thick and flushed, the end of the condom hanging heavy with his cum. He rolls it off, knots it, and tosses it in the trash can by the desk.

His face is dark and angry.