Page 167 of Wildest Dreams

I grab one of the condoms from beside us, bite it open, and spit out the foil.

She watches me in a heated daze, lids heavy, irises on fire.

I free myself of my boxer briefs and hover over her as I roll down the condom. Sheathed to the hilt, I smack my cock against her pussy, her thighs spread wide, baring the crotchless area to me.

“Prettiest chick I’ve ever seen,” I rumble, gripping one hand behind her head and keeping the other tight around my cock. She wraps both of her arms around my shoulders, tugging me closer so that we’re chest to chest.

I nudge my shaft between the lace, grunting roughly as she gasps.

“Can I have you?” I rumble, looking down at her beautiful face.

She nods up at me from beneath my chest, making my shoulders swell as I push myself inside.

I drop my forehead to her neck, a growl tearing up my throat.

“So tight,” I tell her, my hand tightening around the nape of her neck. My other hand roams up to her breasts, squeezing roughly as I withdraw.

She lets out a ball-cinching moan and I roll into her again, vision blurring.

“It’s so thick,” she whimpers, thighs slipping higher up my sides.

I grunt and thrust faster, gripping at her breasts as I up the pace.

“These past few days,” she pants, nails biting into the muscles of my back as I pump my cock between her thighs, “you, uh – at the house – y-you called me your… your girlfriend.”

Satisfaction throbs through my abdomen, making me smirk as I suck her neck. “Yeah.”

Her nails dig into me harder as she whimpers, “We haven’t talked about that yet.”

I lap gently at her throat before moving my mouth back to hers. I press a kiss against her lips, her chest bouncing as I pump her harder.

“Nothing to talk about,” I tell her. “I said what I said. Simple as that.”

When those pretty eyes take on a darker shade, her vixen side coming out, I roll into her deeper, sensing that she’s about to give me some of that attitude.

Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she moans, but even when I grip her chin she refuses to meet my gaze.

Is she serious right now? She’s going to start a fight with me while I’m inside of her?

If anything, that makes me harder, amused disbelief turning into lust.

I jerk my chin at her, gripping her cheeks. “You got a problem with that?” I ask her.

She turns her head to the side, hands tightening on my shoulders as I thrust deeper.

I huff out a laugh, jaw clenching as I groan.

“Ash,” I grunt.

This damn woman.

“We gonna argue about this?” I ask her, lifting my eyebrows when she finally shoots me a little glare.

She whimpers something that I can’t quite catch so I massage her more gently, loosening her up as I slow-thrust between her thighs.

“Didn’t hear you, baby. Talk to me.”

I nudge her nose with mine as she mumbles, “You coulda asked me about it first.”

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