Page 203 of Back in the Saddle

Eric let out a growly purr.

My vaginal walls clenched again.

Mm.

Righty ho. I was cool with straight fucking for as long as he could do it.

His fingers trailed a tease along my skin over the cheeks of my ass, the small of my back, my spine and ribs, while I gladly took his fucking.

Until he squeezed my ass hard with both hands and murmured, “Work it, Jessie.”

Oh, I was gonna work it, all right.

I met him, thrust for thrust, our flesh slapping violently, and I didn’t think I could work it any harder.

Until he squeezed my cheeks again, the pads of his fingers pressing deeper this time, and he growled, “Sweetest ass on the planet.Fuck.”

One could say my man was an ass man. Which was good, since I had an abundance to give to him.

But I loved that he dug that about me so much, I started slamming into him as he slammed into me.

I was close again, from just fucking, so of course he pulled out.

I was a wee bit less patient with it this time.

I lifted my head to share this but got stuck on watching him drop to his back and turning his handsome head my way.

“Climb on,” he ordered.

I didn’t hesitate.

I climbed on, impaled myself, and rode his thick dick, my eyes glued to the splendor before me. His tousled hair. The dark hunger in his gorgeous face. The liquid ink of his eyes. His wide, hairy chest, bulging pecs and defined abs.

God, how did I get so lucky?

For his part, Eric alternately watched our connection and my face before he locked on my face and put a thumb to my clit.

I knew by that he meant business this time, so I whimpered in anticipation, did it again (and a lot louder) when his thumb hit the spot…

And someone laid on the doorbell.

What?

No!

He pulled me down to full of him, his eyes aimed across the room toward the door, his lips whispering, “The fuck?”

He held me where I was while I attempted to process this devastating turn of events as he reached a long arm out for his phone on the bedstand.

He engaged it. We both saw no notifications on his screen, which meant this wasn’t Nightingale business we’d missed while concentrating on fucking.

The person was still laying on the doorbell.

Gently, Eric pulled me off his cock.

And again…

No!

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