“You’re thinking,” he murmured, and she realized she’d been gazing up into his disconcerting blue eyes, and he’d probably taken note of every emotion passing through her own. “I’m not doing my job.”
“Oh, you are. Keep doing it.” His hips increased their tempo, his strength reminding her that this man rode bulls and horses and whatever the fuck else. She bit her lip, pleasure furrowing her brow as the friction increased. Thank God for a man who knew how to work his hips and hit every sweet spot inside. He was driving the breath from her with every thrust but still managed to somehow be gentle, to be terrifyingly perfect. But just as she was beginning to feel the first sweet tightening of her inner muscles around him, he pulled out and sat up on his knees, taking her with him.
“Fuck, I was so close,” she complained, squirming to reclaim him.
“I know,” he said with a grin, evading her. Then he dropped his head to rain kisses down her throat, her chest. His dick jutted up between them, hard, so big, and she had to console herself by rubbing her clit up and down its length.
“You are the hardest man to fuck I think I’ve ever met.”
“But you like the challenge.”
“I think I like your cock in me more.”
He lay back then, leaving her sitting on his thighs with that massive, glorious, straining erection all for her, and she suddenly remembered his dream. Riding me. “Then take it, Starla. I’m not as much of a challenge as you think.”
Rising up on her knees, she inched up his body until she straddled his hips. Taking him in her hand, she positioned him and—oh, so fucking good—eased down inch by inch. And there were a lot of inches. His head dug back into the mattress and his hands slapped hard on her hips as he sought to control her descent, but she wouldn’t let him. “Ooh, I like that,” she assured him, rolling her hips. “You can spank me if you need to, baby.”
He chuckled. “Yeah?”
Nodding, she leaned down and gave his firm pec a gentle squeeze with her teeth. The air whooshed out of him. Inside her, he throbbed hard. She clenched on him in return, increasing the pressure of her bite. Those big hands gripped her ass so hard it hurt, holding her open over him. She bit until he gave her right ass cheek a smack, and she gasped with the stinging ecstasy of it, half expecting him to apologize or stop, but he didn’t. He grasped two solid handfuls of her hair and stared up into her eyes with barely leashed savagery, the blue burning bright even in the shadows, and she knew then. Oh yes, he can be wild too.
“Ride it, baby. Don’t you dare fucking stop until you take everything you want.”
Planting her hands on his chest, she did it. Oh fuck, she wrung every bit of promise from those hot words—they’d been everything she’d ever wanted to hear. She might not have much control over her crazy life most of the time, but right now, he’d given her control over him, over her own pleasure. He encouraged her, gritted his teeth, held back his own release as she let the sweet ache grow into an all-consuming firestorm and came with deep, gasping sobs. He caught her when she fell over him, but given his hardness still riding high inside her, she knew he hadn’t come himself. Their bodies were slick against each other, sweat intermingling. As she lifted her head to look at him, single strands of her hair caught in his beard. He swept them back, chuckling.
“I can’t believe how good you feel,” she said weakly, still panting. “I thought you said you wouldn’t last long.”
One corner of his mouth turned up in a wicked smirk. “I guess you give me renewed vigor.”
“You said anything I want, right?”
“That’s right.”
“Right now I want more than anything to watch you come. I want to see it all.” She stroked his cheek. “I want to see your face.” She kissed his ear, tugging his earlobe with her teeth. “And I want to hear you.” Then she lifted her hips, letting her * give his cock one long stroke from base to tip as his entire body jerked underneath her. “And I want to watch your come shoot all over me.”
He swallowed thickly. “Damn, woman.”
“I don’t care how you do it, or how you want me to do it for you. But do it. Where I can see.”