Caught Up In You 4: The Point of No Return (Edgeplay) by Jenna McCormick Page A

A primal growl rumbles in his chest, masculine, possessive and my sex creams for him.
     The automatic response confuses me. Here I’m worried about having Connor taking away my choices, making decisions for me, yet the more forceful he is in bed, the hotter I burn for him. Maybe I need therapy.
     One hand creeps over my hip, aiming for the juncture of my thighs and I forget everything outside the feel of him touching me so intimately. The first stroke of his rough fingertip over my wet sex lips makes me shiver and grind my ass against him.
     “I like waking up with you next to me like this. Naked, wet and ready.” His hand works inward, expertly fondling my wet flesh.
     I’m losing myself in his touch, responding on a primal level I never knew about until Connor first touched me. His cock slips into my crease, the fullness of my backside surrounding his hot length. He bucks, and I can feel him sliding there, not pressing for more than I’m willing to give, but taking every bit of pleasure he can from my body.
     Two fingers plunge inside me, filling my greedy channel. I clench around them, so close to release I can practically taste it. “Connor,” I exhale on a shuddering breath when his thumb circles my engorged clit.
     In a swift move, Connor withdraws his fingers and clamps my hips in his hands and rolls me so I am lying on top of him. My legs fall open, draping across his parted thighs. His cock pushes up, filling me from below even as his hands find my breasts, cupping the sensitive mounds.
     “Slowly,” he breathes, raising his hips to drive his stiff length into me. The angle is decadent and perfect, with the ridge of his crown bumping against my g-spot. “I want to savor this.”
     I whimper. I am so close and he knows it too, if his husky chuckle is any indication.
     Another slow, deliberate thrust makes my eyes roll back in my head. The sensations are overwhelming, cool air on my wet flesh, his hot staff stirring me. Sheer decadence, a Connor Edge specialty. “You’re killing me.”
     “No, love. I’m pleasuring you. Milking every last bit of ecstasy from this luscious body.” The pads of his thumbs graze my nipples, sending a jolt straight to my clit. My hand slides down my body, halfway to working the bundle of nerves before I think better of it.
     “Why did you stop?” Of course he picks up on my intentions.
     Despite my current position, with him wedged deeply inside me, I blush. It’s the middle of the night and he can’t see my face yet the thought of him knowing what I intended to do embarrasses me. The last thing I want is for Connor to think he’s not getting the job done. “Sorry.”
     His hand leaves my breast and finds mine, brings it to his mouth. “What for? I want you to take your pleasure. Do you know how hot that makes me?” He spreads me wider, drives deeper even as he sucks my index and middle finger between his lips.
     “Rub that sweet little clit.” Guiding my hand between my legs, he waits for me to start.
     I feel obscene, like I’m being filmed for some low budget porno flick. It’s just the two of us here though and Connor genuinely wants this. Could I really deny him when I want it too?
     “ Yesss .” The word comes out as a hiss when my fingers accidently bump the root of his thrusting shaft.
     Connor’s dirty talk knows no shame, his pursuit of pleasure endless. “I can feel you tensing up around me. Your hot little cunt is gripping me tighter, like you want to make sure I stay in you. I can barely move. How does that feel?”
     “Incredible.” With his hardness filling me, his rough hands working my breasts and mine on my hot button all my bases are covered. I could never achieve this on my own, and would be too embarrassed to ask him for it. He knows me so well, understands my needs, my limits and just how to push me to the brink.
     His lips press against my ear, tongue flicking out to toy with the lobe. “Come on me now. Hug my cock