Page 36 of Quarter Miles (Runaway 3)

“You’re perfect. You are so fucking perfect.”

A flush crept up her cheeks and a smile stretched across her face. “Oh my God.” Kat laughed, slapping a hand over her face to shield her eyes. “Take your pants off.”

I grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

My cock sprang free as I toed off my boots and shoved my jeans and boxers down my thighs. I gripped the shaft, giving it a tug and using my thumb to spread the bead at the tip across the head.

Soon. Soon I was going to ease my cock inside Kat’s body and hear her gasp my name.

Her eyes were still covered and the blush in her cheeks was spreading. I took her unaware and wrapped my hands around her ankles, earning a squeal as I jerked her to the edge of the bed. Then I dropped to my knees. Her pussy was there, glistening pink and begging for a lick.

“Cash—”

I ran my tongue through her folds.

“Oh, Cash.” She arched off the bed, her hips tilting up for my mouth.

She tasted so fucking good. Sweet and hot and wet. My cock ached but before I sank into her body, I wanted her loose and ready.

I latched on to her clit and gave it a good suck, then slid a finger inside. “Wet for me, sweetheart?”

Kat moaned and fisted the covers at her sides. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her legs trembled as I found her sensitive spot and stroked. Over and over I sucked, adding another finger until she squirmed.

When her orgasm broke, it was mesmerizing. The flush on her chest. The way her body writhed against my touch. The part of her mouth and the sheer ecstasy on her beautiful face. Kat cried out and her body shook as I stared, hypnotized.

Finally, she collapsed on the mattress, limp, and I shoved up off my knees and wiped my lips dry.

I bent to fish my wallet from the pocket of my jeans, fumbling through it for the condom I kept in case. With it rolled over my erection, I eased onto the bed.

Her eyelids were heavy as I took her under the arms and hauled her into the pillows before settling into the cradle of her hips. Kat’s dark hair spread everywhere, the silky strands a beautiful contrast against the white cotton.

I brushed a hair from her eyes. “Good?”

“So. Good,” she panted.

I tugged at her shirt, bringing it over her head. Then I unclasped her bra and peeled it down her arms so I could get a glimpse of her naked. God, she really was perfect. I cupped her breasts in my palms. “Ready for another one?”

The corner of her mouth turned up. “Show me what you’ve got, Greer.”

Damn, I loved it when she challenged me. Kat had a feisty, teasing, competitive nature that she didn’t often show. It was a thrill to see it in bed, to see how she’d push when I pulled.

I dragged the tip of my cock through her folds, then I positioned it at her entrance and held those blue pools as I inched inside.

She gasped and looked down to where we were joined. Her eyes widened at the sight of me stretching her, filling her.

I rocked gently, careful to give her time to adjust, and when I was as deep as I could go, she moaned, taking her knees in her hands to spread them wider.

“Fuck, that

is hot.”

She hummed her agreement.

I eased out and thrust inside, earning a hitch of breath and a coy smile. My mental notebook of what it took to create Kat’s whimpers and moans was filling up fast. Maybe today was the exception, but damn it, I hoped I’d get to experiment again.

Sunlight streamed through the windows as we moved together, bringing one another higher and higher. Kat’s hands were like butterfly wings, brushing over the sensitive places on my torso and hips and shoulders and ass. They fluttered, driving me wild.

She rolled her hips with my strokes, that push and pull better than I could have imagined. Missionary with Katherine Gates was fucking erotic. She really was something special. I’d known it outside this room but add the sexy and wanton woman screwing me senseless, and she was like the rarest of diamonds, shining only for me.