it.
“ I ’ m not yours, ” she said on a keening cry. Her words didn ’ t stop her from moving her hips against him.
“ Wrong answer. ” It took him one second to unzip his pants, another to position himself at her entrance and plunge home.
She cried out, a sound of shock, pain and pleasure. Her nails bit into his shoulder, the sharp bite just enough to keep him from coming on the spot. She was hot and tight. He gripped her slender waist, forced her body down as he thrust up. Jolts of pleasure tightened his stomach, propelled him forward for another taste of heaven.
He pressed his mouth against her neck and devoured. His teeth closed around skin, and he bit down. Above him, Eva pressed a palm flat against the headrest and rocked. He slammed his eyes closed, willed his climax away. She rode his cock, every jerk of her hips coming quicker and quicker.
“ Harder, ” she moaned.
No. He was in control, not her. The flesh beneath his teeth broke, hot blood spilling into his mouth. The copper stung his tongue, spurred his appetite for more. He gripped her hip, stopped her damn writhing, and pounded into her body with the ruthless abandon of a wild animal. Harder. Harder. Harder. Every thrust sent his cock deeper into her gripping channel. Tight vaginal muscles squeezed, let go, squeezed, the sensations drawing unnamed pleasure from deep inside of him.
Nothing should be this good.
A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, the bite of salt adding to the scents of sex. He gripped the back of Eva ’ s neck, found her hair damp. What he wouldn ’ t give to have her naked, sweaty, his body sliding over hers. Not going to happen in a damned pick-up truck. But that didn ’ t mean he couldn ’ t have her naked. He pushed at her coat, managed to get the wool off her shoulders and onto the floorboard. The dress, still smelling of death and grief, gave no resistance, not when he unzipped and pushed the material down around her waist.
He cupped the weight of her breast before thumbing her nipple. His tongue found hers, stroked, pushed in and then out, mimicking the frenzied pace of their hips working in tandem. Her body tightened. The erotic sounds she made grew more desperate, more demanding. She was close, so damn close. His need to spill inside her drew 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
“ I ’ m not yours, ” she said on a keening cry. Her words didn ’ t stop her from moving her hips against him.
“ Wrong answer. ” It took him one second to unzip his pants, another to position himself at her entrance and plunge home.
She cried out, a sound of shock, pain and pleasure. Her nails bit into his shoulder, the sharp bite just enough to keep him from coming on the spot. She was hot and tight. He gripped her slender waist, forced her body down as he thrust up. Jolts of pleasure tightened his stomach, propelled him forward for another taste of heaven.
He pressed his mouth against her neck and devoured. His teeth closed around skin, and he bit down. Above him, Eva pressed a palm flat against the headrest and rocked. He slammed his eyes closed, willed his climax away. She rode his cock, every jerk of her hips coming quicker and quicker.
“ Harder, ” she moaned.
No. He was in control, not her. The flesh beneath his teeth broke, hot blood spilling into his mouth. The copper stung his tongue, spurred his appetite for more. He gripped her hip, stopped her damn writhing, and pounded into her body with the ruthless abandon of a wild animal. Harder. Harder. Harder. Every thrust sent his cock deeper into her gripping channel. Tight vaginal muscles squeezed, let go, squeezed, the sensations drawing unnamed pleasure from deep inside of him.
Nothing should be this good.
A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, the bite of salt adding to the scents of sex. He gripped the back of Eva ’ s neck, found her hair damp. What he wouldn ’ t give to have her naked, sweaty, his body sliding over hers. Not going to happen in a damned pick-up truck. But that didn ’ t mean he couldn ’ t have her naked. He pushed at her coat, managed to get the wool off her shoulders and onto the floorboard. The dress, still smelling of death and grief, gave no resistance, not when he unzipped and pushed the material down around her waist.
He cupped the weight of her breast before thumbing her nipple. His tongue found hers, stroked, pushed in and then out, mimicking the frenzied pace of their hips working in tandem. Her body tightened. The erotic sounds she made grew more desperate, more demanding. She was close, so damn close. His need to spill inside her drew 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
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