Hot as Hell by Unknown Page B

gaze from the dark plum-red head of his cock to look at his face. His
    expression was strained with ferocious concentration—and worry and love.
    Could this man get any better? The visual evidence proved he could. He was so concerned he’d
    hurt her, not give her pleasure, that he was putting himself through hell. Didn’t he understand that
    merely being with him did it for her?
    Obviously not.
    “Sam… luv—” She brushed a kiss over his thinned lips. “I’m been aching for you.” She inhaled.
    “Your scent. Being near you. Trading insults with you. All of it’s been foreplay. Better than any I’ve ever
    had before. Just kissing you is better than any intercourse I’ve ever had. I need you … because this”—
    she moved forward until his cock head was inside her and then moaned—“us… is so fucking right.”
    Holding even more tightly onto his shoulders, she shoved herself fully onto his cock.
    “Bloody hell.” She threw her head back and let out a low, throaty groan. “So fucking full.”
    She dropped her forehead onto his shoulder and panted as her channel stretched and strained to
    accommodate his length and breadth. “God, I feel your heartbeat in my pussy.”
    “What the fuck, sweetheart? Are you nuts?” He rubbed his cheek gently over her hair. “I’m
    gonna pull out. Kiss and pet your pussy…”
    “Don’t you fucking dare.” She pressed her hips more tightly against his. “Move that fine arse,
    Marine. I’m so fucking close…” She turned and lightly bit his shoulder.
    “Fuck, little hellcat.”
    “Just move.” She squeezed his cock with her inner muscles and a light spasm had her keening.
    “So good.” She kissed her way from his shoulder to his chest and took one of his nipples in her mouth
    and teethed it.
    He shouted, “Fuck!” The shocked look on his face made her giggle and she clamped down on
    his cock once more.
    “Sweetheart, you’re killing me,” he muttered.
    Then it was her turn to groan as he withdrew his cock several inches and then drove it back into
    her, setting up a fast, hard rhythm. Each powerful thrust hit a ultra-sensitive spot inside her, shooting
    shards of heated pleasure throughout the deepest part of her body. Each withdrawal made her mewl
    as his thick cock lit fires along her most sensitive tissue. With each thrust-pull, pressure built until she
    thought she’d go mad as she strained to find the ultimate pleasure.
    “Sam,” she sank her nails into his shoulders, “I need … more.”
    And he gave it to her. Holding her to him with one hand on her hip, he slowed his hip movement
    and inserted his other hand between their bodies and fingered her clit. A blast of the most intense
    pleasure-pain swept over her like a firestorm, cutting her loose from the confines of her body and
    sending her mind-spirit soaring. Her senses floated on heated waves of pleasure as her body shuddered
    and trembled with the strength of her orgasm.
    Dawn came and came and came. She moaned, gasped, and muttered only God knew what. All
    awareness of time and space was lost in the overwhelming sensations sweeping over and through her
    body. The one thing anchoring her to the earth was Sam. Her Marine held her through the
    conflagration, whispering words of love and praise—and grinding his cock into her, milking her climax
    until she collapsed, utterly spent, against him.
    “Told you,” she mumbled against his lightly furred chest. “I was ready.” She rubbed her cheek
    over his sweaty skin. Then she lifted her head and found his gaze on her. He was smiling, a gentle loving
    expression. One she definitely wanted to see every day for the rest of her life.
    “Yeah, you did.” He kissed the tip of her nose. His cock was still lodged deeply inside her,
    throbbing like the base notes in a heavy metal song. “Hold on, sweetheart, because you’re going to
    come again, and this time I plan on joining you.”
    “Um, luv, I’m not—” She wasn’t sure she could