Deeper [The Underground 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Jenika Snow Page A

her cervix and had her aching for more. Lower and lower she went, loving that his hips lifted up to aid in her descent. His hands on her hips gripped her flesh tightly. His balls touched her ass when he was fully inside of her and they both let out a harsh breath.
    “That’s it, sweetheart. God, you feel so fucking incredible.” He dropped his head to the crook of her neck, his lips finding her pulse and licking and biting at her flesh.
    Stella started rising and falling on his shaft, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Her clit rubbed on his length, swelling further, throbbing from the friction.
    “ Christ , Stella. Fucking ride me. Harder, baby. Harder.” His hands landed on her ass, the sound of his palms smacking against her flesh sounding incredibly loud in the small confines of the car. She rode him faster, harder, slamming her pussy on his lap and screaming out when her climax sucked all the air out of her. Just as her orgasm peaked she felt Tate’s finger breech the crease of her ass and slide down to rub the digit around her stretched pussy hole.
    She knew he could feel himself disappearing in her pussy, knew he felt the skin stretched taut around his erection. The erotic thoughts made her work herself on him feverishly. He gathered moisture on his finger and brought it to her anus, rubbing the fluid around the hole before slipping the thick digit in her bottom. It felt good, so damn good that she couldn’t help her teeth from sinking into her bottom lip. She knew she broke the skin when she tasted the metallic tanginess of blood, but the pain heightened her pleasure.
    “Fuck, Stella.” Tate threw his head back and groaned as his orgasm tore through him and filled the condom. She could feel his dick swell inside of her and had a fleeting notion that she would love to feel his bare skin rubbing along hers. What would it feel like for him to come inside of her, fill her with his hot seed?
    Her legs burned from moving up and down, from working her pussy on his erection. Resting fully on him, his cock buried deep inside of her again, she felt his dick softening inside of her. Little tremors of residual pleasure moved through her body and clamped down on him. The motion made Tate grunt and wrap his arms around her middle, bringing her closer to his wide, hard chest.
    She tried to get off his lap but his grip tightened. “Stella, please, let me just hold you.” His words stopped her and she kept her head on his chest, listening to the steady, strong beat of his heart. His voice was soft, and when his hands started rubbing up and down her back in a soothing gesture she let her eyes slide shut. A smile tilted her lips but she didn’t dare let him see. For the hard exterior that made up Tate Wessen, there was a softer, almost gentle side of him hiding inside. She wondered if she was the first person to see it. His words and touch were so soft, so caring, that for a moment she didn’t think about why she was wrapped in his arms and why she had given herself to him so easily.
    Neither of them spoke after that, their breathing the only sound that surrounded them. Stella let the euphoria of their coupling steal her consciousness and overwhelm every part of her that told her if she wasn’t careful this situation could be not only dangerous for her health, but her heart, too.

Chapter Sixteen
     
    The following morning Stella woke up by herself again. Her body was sore, pleasantly so, and she didn’t know if she would ever get used to Tate’s insatiable appetite. Was he like this with all the women he was with? Maybe he was like this with her because their time was so short and he knew in just a week and a half she would be gone and he wouldn’t have to deal with her again? Or maybe he was like this with her because he could be, because that was just the way he was? In all honesty it was probably a combination of the two.
    When they got back from the party Tate had carried her into the house. Carried her! To