closer.
Fuck her, mark her, claim her. Yours. Only yours.
“Say my name,” he growled, breaking their kiss. He needed her to know exactly who brought her pleasure. When he was through, Grady’s pathetic attempt to please her would be nonexistent. He twisted her nipple, knew she got off on the pain.
“Peter,” she gasped, the hand she’d braced on the headliner slipping.
He grabbed her arms, pinned them behind her back with one hand. He took only a moment to admire the way her breasts pushed forward, begged for his touch. God, she had great tits. With every thrust they bounced. “Louder,” he demanded.
Her pussy spasmed. She threw her head back on the crest of pleasure he saw building in her eyes. He followed with his mouth, licked the fresh bite mark on her neck. His. Lower, he swirled his tongue around a taut nipple, sucked it into his mouth.
“Harder, Peter. Fuck me harder.”
Their pace doubled. Shit, he was going to come, if not from the sensations, from the noises she was making. Flesh slapped together, a wet sound that proved just how bad she wanted him. He couldn’t stop the climax, couldn’t hold off much longer. His teeth closed around the nub in his mouth, and he bit gently. Eva’s cry was inarticulate and so damned hot. She was close enough to euphoria that he experienced the first rhythmic flutters.
“Who’s fucking you?” he asked.
“You, you are. Please, Peter. Make me come.”
Had any words ever been sweeter? He wasn’t through. Eva writhed, her body moving with a sensual grace he’d not seen in any other woman. His balls clenched, the tingling pulses of his orgasm speeding his heart. Her pussy tightened on his cock, held him in place until her spasms turned violent. Above him, she shuddered. Before he could notch inside—because he felt it coming, felt the swelling, the heat, the damning evidence he belonged to her just as much as she belong to him—he pulled his dick from her depths. He all but threw her onto the seat beside him. She never batted an eye, only eagerly bent forward to take his glistening cock into her mouth.
Fisting her hair, he forced her head up and down as fast as he’d thrust into her body. She moaned, stroked the head of his erection with her tongue, twisted. She gripped the base of his cock and then squeezed. Up. Down. Up. Down. Oh fuck. A mere minute in her mouth had him spilling his seed down her throat. He growled his release, trembling against her like a fucking virgin.
Tension melted the stiffness holding him rigid. He hadn’t proven shit, only that Eva was most definitely one hell of a fuck. His hand loosened his grip in her hair, and ran a hand down her smooth, naked back. Exhausted, he fell back in his seat and closed his eyes tight. He ran a hand down the day-old growth roughing his cheeks. If he watched her swallow his essence, taking another part of him into her body, he’d fuck her again.
Neither of them said a single word when Eva righted her dress and climbed off him. He zipped up his jeans, put the still-running vehicle into drive and pulled back onto the road. Not a single fucking word. He didn’t dare look at her.
Thirty minutes passed before the stone and wood structure of his family home came into view through a clearing of yellow cedars. He pulled in front of the garage and killed the engine.
“Are you coming inside?” she asked.
Her words conjured so many images. His cock twitched, the stupid, stubborn bastard. He didn’t look at her, couldn’t. “No.”
He needed to talk to James, find out everything he could about Grady. The cop wasn’t a local boy because Peter never forgot a face. The asshole must have moved into town after Peter had left. A new wave of anger stole through him. Eva had lost her virginity at seventeen, now she had to be at least twenty-five. How many times had the cop fucked his angel?
“Leave Grady alone,” Eva said, her words snapping him out of his fantasy of death and dismemberment.
A noise left
Fuck her, mark her, claim her. Yours. Only yours.
“Say my name,” he growled, breaking their kiss. He needed her to know exactly who brought her pleasure. When he was through, Grady’s pathetic attempt to please her would be nonexistent. He twisted her nipple, knew she got off on the pain.
“Peter,” she gasped, the hand she’d braced on the headliner slipping.
He grabbed her arms, pinned them behind her back with one hand. He took only a moment to admire the way her breasts pushed forward, begged for his touch. God, she had great tits. With every thrust they bounced. “Louder,” he demanded.
Her pussy spasmed. She threw her head back on the crest of pleasure he saw building in her eyes. He followed with his mouth, licked the fresh bite mark on her neck. His. Lower, he swirled his tongue around a taut nipple, sucked it into his mouth.
“Harder, Peter. Fuck me harder.”
Their pace doubled. Shit, he was going to come, if not from the sensations, from the noises she was making. Flesh slapped together, a wet sound that proved just how bad she wanted him. He couldn’t stop the climax, couldn’t hold off much longer. His teeth closed around the nub in his mouth, and he bit gently. Eva’s cry was inarticulate and so damned hot. She was close enough to euphoria that he experienced the first rhythmic flutters.
“Who’s fucking you?” he asked.
“You, you are. Please, Peter. Make me come.”
Had any words ever been sweeter? He wasn’t through. Eva writhed, her body moving with a sensual grace he’d not seen in any other woman. His balls clenched, the tingling pulses of his orgasm speeding his heart. Her pussy tightened on his cock, held him in place until her spasms turned violent. Above him, she shuddered. Before he could notch inside—because he felt it coming, felt the swelling, the heat, the damning evidence he belonged to her just as much as she belong to him—he pulled his dick from her depths. He all but threw her onto the seat beside him. She never batted an eye, only eagerly bent forward to take his glistening cock into her mouth.
Fisting her hair, he forced her head up and down as fast as he’d thrust into her body. She moaned, stroked the head of his erection with her tongue, twisted. She gripped the base of his cock and then squeezed. Up. Down. Up. Down. Oh fuck. A mere minute in her mouth had him spilling his seed down her throat. He growled his release, trembling against her like a fucking virgin.
Tension melted the stiffness holding him rigid. He hadn’t proven shit, only that Eva was most definitely one hell of a fuck. His hand loosened his grip in her hair, and ran a hand down her smooth, naked back. Exhausted, he fell back in his seat and closed his eyes tight. He ran a hand down the day-old growth roughing his cheeks. If he watched her swallow his essence, taking another part of him into her body, he’d fuck her again.
Neither of them said a single word when Eva righted her dress and climbed off him. He zipped up his jeans, put the still-running vehicle into drive and pulled back onto the road. Not a single fucking word. He didn’t dare look at her.
Thirty minutes passed before the stone and wood structure of his family home came into view through a clearing of yellow cedars. He pulled in front of the garage and killed the engine.
“Are you coming inside?” she asked.
Her words conjured so many images. His cock twitched, the stupid, stubborn bastard. He didn’t look at her, couldn’t. “No.”
He needed to talk to James, find out everything he could about Grady. The cop wasn’t a local boy because Peter never forgot a face. The asshole must have moved into town after Peter had left. A new wave of anger stole through him. Eva had lost her virginity at seventeen, now she had to be at least twenty-five. How many times had the cop fucked his angel?
“Leave Grady alone,” Eva said, her words snapping him out of his fantasy of death and dismemberment.
A noise left
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