Or maybe it was because her fucking pussy wrapped itself tight around my thick cock and it all just felt goddamn good.
I kept my hands in the same spot and fucked at her harder. My body pounded up to hers, making her continually jump. She slowly brought herself to her knees, trying to find stability.
Not a fucking chance, sweetie.
I couldn’t slow down and I wouldn’t slow down. My hand pressed hard at her lower back, keeping her body close and tight, making sure she felt every inch of love I could give her.
She stopped kissing me for a few seconds to let out a whimpering moan. But our lips kept touching, flirting. Soon she had both hands at my hair, her perfect breasts pressed against my chest. Her ass was up in the air, letting me put my feet to the bed and go at her.
Shayna let out a cry and put her mouth to my shoulder, biting me through my shirt. I looked over her shoulder and admired the sight. The most beautiful woman I’d ever fucked. Her shoulder blades pressed from her back, giving way to the rest of her back. Slightly arched forward, curving, racing right up to her round ass. Two small dimples at her lower back that danced for me as she moved up and down with my movements.
We were both in perfect unison. She fucked me as hard as I fucked her. She was able to keep up with me.
Her mouth kissed my neck, biting and groaning. I hurried and brought both hands from her body to her face. I held her an inch from my face, knowing the danger I was putting myself into. Staring at her made me want to fall in love with her. And I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t allow it to happen.
But I couldn’t stop myself.
And Shayna only made it fucking worse.
She nodded to me as though she could read my mind.
Her hands went back to my chest and pushed herself up. She started to ride me faster, rocking her hips so hard the bed started to groan. Her hands playfully clawed down my body, stopping at my stomach. When she lifted herself up and down, almost fully coming off me, I hissed and gritted my teeth.
“Fuck, sweetie, I’m there,” I warned.
“Good,” Shayna purred.
She repeated the same move over and over.
I felt my dick pulsing, unable to hold back any longer.
My hands smacked at her waist and I pulled her down. I exploded inside her, again, knowing the potential outcome of this. But it just felt too good. Her pussy throbbed against me, squeezing it out of me. The way she slowly moved, making sure nothing was to go to waste.
I pulled her back down to me, hugging her, holding her, still inside her.
Her breaths flooded my neck and side of my face. She smelled so good. The room was filled with heat and sex. My heart raced and it wasn’t just from fucking her.
Shayna put a hand to my cheek. I then caught myself as I turned my head and kissed her hand. It was far too real now.
This wasn’t the life I had planned… but it was the life I now had, and I wouldn’t change it for anything.
32.
(Shayna)
Call me anything in the book, but I liked the way my voice sounded against the shower wall. I had my hands to the wall, bent over, the water hitting my back. Finn had a death grip on my hips, pulling me back each time he fucked forward, filling me to the point where I had to get up on my toes for some kind of relief.
We couldn’t stop going at it…
There was nothing else really to do though. We were basically stuck in the cabin. Fiore brought Finn a new truck. He had the wreckage cleaned up and assured both of us that we were safe and that he had a crew fighting back at Zander.
He also told us he made sure Zander knew of me and Finn. That we were fucking like rabbits and that I was already pregnant. That alone made me want to kill Fiore. I didn’t trust the man, but I couldn’t do a thing about it. Somehow in the process of trying to find and save my sister I had pissed off two very powerful men from two different organizations.
Go me.
“Oh, Shayna,” Finn growled from behind me. His hands grabbed my ass, pushing and pulling at me. “Fuck, sweetie. Fuck…”
The hot water pounded against my back. It cascaded down to my ass, making loud splashing noises as Finn kept going.
I never felt a man like Finn before. Size, strength, pain.
He had asked me if I had ever been in love before.
The truth?
I had thought I was in love a few times. What woman didn’t?
But from the moment Finn touched my body, tasted my skin, devoured my wildest desires, I knew what real love was.
Love.