I didn’t care if it was a cat, a rat, or a possum. Nothing was more important than stripping Sloane naked.
My tongue plundered while I shoved the waistband of her underwear down her legs. Her frame was so small and delicate, yet her curves were tantalizing. That smooth ivory skin begged for my hands to cruise, to stroke, to nip.
I buried one hand in that beautiful fucking hair and sent the other diving between her legs. Decadently wet. I’d touched her sixty seconds ago, and her pussy was already ready for me. My cock gave another convulsive twitch, and I felt a hot burst of moisture flow from the tip.
We were making a mistake. I knew it. But I couldn’t stop myself.
She whimpered against my mouth and gripped my hair with one hand while the other one tried to shove my shirt off my shoulder.
I wanted to go slower this time. But anger and desire had blended into an adrenaline-fueled cocktail in my blood.
“You’d better have a condom somewhere on your body,” she said, nipping at my lower lip.
On a growl, I reared up and reached for my wallet in my pants pocket.
“Oh, thank God,” she breathed when I yanked the foil packet free and tossed the wallet in the direction of the coffee table.
She shoved my pants down to my thighs as I shredded the foil. I was on my knees between her legs, and she was spread out under me like a sacrifice.
“This is the last time,” I said as much for my own benefit as hers.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as I took my throbbing dick in one hand. Sloane snatched the condom from me and rolled it on, gliding it down my erection.
“So impatient,” I said on a groan.
My vision started to go dark when she gripped me at the root and squeezed. “Last time,” she repeated. “Might as well get it over with.”
I was going to ruin her for all future partners. That was my new goal in life.
I snatched at the spaghetti straps of her top, dragging them down her shoulders, trying to restrain myself from breaking the delicate threads. Then, with one swift yank, I bared the breasts that I knew would haunt my dreams forever.
“Now, Lucian. Now! Please, baby,” she demanded.
I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I’d wanted to. Not after knowing what awaited me between her legs.
I guided my swollen crown to her glistening entrance, notched it into place, and with one mean thrust, I embedded myself inside her.
She screamed and I let out a guttural yell.
I hadn’t prepared her for it. I hadn’t softened up her sex with foreplay and teasing. I’d battered my way in. And now she was holding me in a grip so tight it stole my breath.
“Breathe, baby,” I said through gritted teeth. “You need to relax.” If she didn’t, I was going to humiliate myself.
Her eyelids fluttered open, and jade-green eyes stared up at me. “Don’t hold back on me,” she said.
I pressed my lips to her throat. “You have to relax. Make room for me, Pixie.”
“I hate how you feel so fucking good.”
It nearly made me smile through the agony of holding still.
I pulled out a few inches, reveling in the slick, wet slide of her flesh against mine. “You’ll hate it even more when you have all of me.”
She hitched her thighs higher around my waist and squeezed.
Her groan was an exquisite torture to my ears. “Here I thought Lucian Rollins just took what he wanted.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I reminded her.
“Then please me,” she demanded. With that, she reached around me and sank her nails into my ass cheeks.
“Fuck.”
I thrust into her, going deeper this time, gripping her hips so she couldn’t wiggle away from me.
“God, yes.”
“Almost,” I rasped.
“More. All of it. Please,” Sloane begged.
I pulled out almost to the tip and then I drove back in on a vicious upthrust. Her tight muscles fought against my invasion for an agonizing moment, and then something gave way and that final inch slid home.
It was ecstasy. I’d fucked my way into heaven again. She held me in a tight, wet clutch better than anything I’d ever experienced. Despite last night’s debauchery, my balls felt so full they ached. My ass was clenched tight, ready to fuck. My entire body was rigid with the desire to move.
I managed to pry my eyes open to take it all in.
I had her pinned to the couch. Her legs spasmed restlessly around my hips. I could feel the soft buds of her nipples as they played against my chest hair. I wanted to taste them again. I wanted to taste her again. I wanted to bury myself in her until I didn’t want her anymore.
“Are you good?” It came out as an angry growl.
“So good. So fucking good,” she whimpered.
It was all I needed to hear.
“You shouldn’t have left me,” I said, sliding out, clenching my teeth at the delicate drag of her muscles. Her body had fought my entrance, and now it was fighting to keep me inside.
I punctuated the accusation with several hard thrusts. Those full, round breasts bounced every time I bottomed out inside her.
“We could have been doing this in a bed,” I chastised.
“Your couch performance is adequate,” she panted.
“You made me drive all the way here just to take you and your sweet pussy again,” I growled.
“Nobody asked you to waste the gas.” Her inner walls fluttered around me. My little librarian liked it when I talked dirty.
I ducked my head to lick over one nipple, then the other. She shivered under me and arched her back, putting her breasts on display for me.
I fucked into her again and again, using my foot to push off the floor to gain as much leverage as possible.
“Yes! More. Harder,” she chanted.
It was like she was begging me to break her.
“God, I hate that you’re so good at this,” she moaned.
“Shut up and take my cock like a good girl,” I ordered.
That was all it took. I felt her orgasm slam into her. It was familiar to me now. I knew I would never forget how it felt to have Sloane Walton fall apart on my cock.
Those slick, tight inner walls clamped down on my aching erection as I impaled her on it. My vision went black as her pussy milked my shaft with an explosion of ripples. I hated the latex that separated us. I hated that last barrier between us with a passion, as if it was keeping me from something I’d waited for my entire life.
I held deep and buried my face in her neck, hand gripping her hair, and willed myself not to come even as she writhed under me, undulated around me.
This was the last time. And I still hadn’t had enough.
“Please don’t come yet,” she sobbed as she bucked under me, using my body to shamelessly ride out her release.
“Why?” The question was harsh. My balls were so full, so tight. I needed release.
“I want more,” she confessed.
“Goddammit,” I muttered. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead and back as I fought for control. As I pushed my need down. I held there, sheathed to the hilt, as her tremors finally gentled to delicate squeezes.
She was clung to me like I was her salvation. Her entire body vibrated from the orgasm.
“Do you still want more?” I growled.
Her eyes fluttered open. “Yes,” she said without hesitation.
“Then ask nicely.”
Her unpainted lips curved in a knowing, female smirk. Her muscles clamped reflexively around my throbbing dick. Yes, Sloane Walton liked dirty talk.
“Please fuck me so hard and deep that I have to think about you and that magnificent cock every time I sit down at work tomorrow.”
I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw. I wanted that. Wanted to know she’d be thinking about me, remembering how I’d made her feel.
I pulled out of her, the pout of her full lower lip making my dick ache.
“Hey!” she complained.
But she stopped abruptly when I manhandled her to the edge of the cushion. Wanting to feel her skin against mine, I shrugged out of my shirt and tossed her legs over my shoulders.
“Oh God.” It was a whimper that ended in a muffled squeak when I dragged my tongue through her slick folds. She tasted like secrets and truth, and I was instantaneously addicted.
Her thighs trembled on either side of my ears.
“Open,” I ordered, teasing her with the tips of two fingers.