Tristan (The Kendall Family #1) by Randi Everheart Page A

waist down. The smell of her arousal washed over him and made his cock throb with need. His hands went for her shirt only to have her turn around and present her dripping pussy to him instead, leaning on the bed, propped on a pillow.
    “Fuck me, Tristan.”
    He grunted on hearing his favorite words from his favorite woman. He intensely enjoyed foreplay, but sometimes a rousing fuck, without preamble, surpassed everything. Licking his lips, he stepped close and pushed his throbbing manhood into her. His cock easily parted her flesh, which enveloped him in such heat that he groaned. She shoved back onto him even as he thrust, gently burying himself in her eager pussy, which stretched to welcome him.
    “God, you’re so wet,” Tristan murmured, the slickness suggesting that foreplay wouldn’t have been needed anyway. She felt luxurious and couldn’t get any more ready. There were advantages to having great sex several times a day—a woman stayed hot.
    At his words, Victoria only moaned in response. She began to shudder as he pulled out almost all the way and then hurtled back inside so hard that the slap of flesh echoed off the walls and hardwood floors. He did it again. Then again. And Victoria whimpered his name and begged for more speed, so he hammered away at her soaking loins, balancing himself with an aggressive stance that freed his hands for mischief. He slid her shirt up and expertly unhooked her bra before squeezing the heavy globes in both hands, tugging at nipples that stiffened between his fingers as if rising to greet him. Even while pounding into her with his hips, he could be gentle with his hands, the combination driving her out of her mind. Victoria buried her gasps and moans in the pillow. She almost sounded like she was laughing or crying, from the wild undulations in her throat.
    “You sound like a wild animal,” he observed.
    “I feel like one!” Victoria purred.
    Then Tristan changed tactics, partly to stop himself from erupting inside her too soon. This might be a quickie, but he wanted at least five minutes in her velvety womanhood. The hips that were furious now slowed to a gentle probing, and the hands that were soft now became fierce as he smote her beautiful white ass, leaving a red hand print. She let out a yelp of surprise but pushed back into him, showing approval. He smacked her ass again and she shuddered. The sight of her backside quivering became too much for Tristan and he began slamming into her like a jackhammer, his approaching eruption stealing his breath away. Finally his cock pumped his seed deep into Victoria.
    The feeling of his warm cum splashing into her was too much for her. She bit the pillow in a muffled scream as Tristan made her cum. In the throes of ecstasy, she cried out his name. Then for a moment she reared up like a wild creature ready to bolt for its life, standing on her tiptoes. She collapsed onto the bed, all strength leaving her legs so that she would’ve fallen were it not for the cock that impaled her upright. She lay trembling for long moments as her body involuntarily spasmed around his manhood. Tristan leaned forward and enveloped her with his arms, whispering sweet nothings about this being their future together if she wanted it.
    And she did.

Chapter 11 – In the Moonlight
    As Tristan and Victoria put their clothes back on minutes later, he wondered about this mountain tour down Skyline Drive. He’d ridden it before but not with someone he loved. And he still loved her but wasn’t sure if he should admit it to her yet. It might sound too soon or not genuine. She might think it was some sudden rush of emotion, even though that was part of it, but his soaring heart was reacting that way due to years of holding it down so that missing her wouldn’t consume him. And he’d feared that she’d become unavailable, moved on, gotten married, or who knows what.
    The trip wasn’t necessarily romantic but it could be, with all of the overlooks down into