Page 79 of Midnight Racers

His hand tightened at my throat, and he raised my head until our gazes clashed. He never said a word, his lips descending on mine in a furious argument that he fought to win. My nails dug in to tug him impossibly closer to me. That fuse that existed between us ignited into a flaming inferno.

Flynn struggled to open the door, his lips never leaving mine. We tore at each other’s clothes, ripping them to throw the remnants onto the floor. A fire this hot burned until it consumed everything and everyone in its path. His hands trailed over me in assured ownership, his fingers digging into my ass to haul me into his strength.

We were feral, both fighting for control, each trying to prove our position in this relationship.

Flynn’s lips trailed down the side of my throat, his teeth grazing my shoulder. My hand reached for his cock, pumping him while he thrust against me.

The hall was littered with our clothes, and one of my shoes on the staircase. We managed to make it as far as the front living room that Flynn rarely used. I had no idea how he managed it, but I found myself bent over the back of the leather sofa. He speared into me hard and fast. My mouth opened in a scream at the sudden invasion, my muscles struggling to acclimate to his girth and length. He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath, his rhythm punishing and deep. My fingers desperately tried to grip something for fear of losing my balance, but his fingers dug into my hips, his body bowing over mine. I stood on my tiptoes, my legs spread wide while Flynn’s thick cock rapidly plunged into me again and again.

“Oh, god,” I muttered, my too-sensitive breasts pressed into the leather of the sofa.

Flynn took that as encouragement to angle his hips up to push into me harder. My pussy clamped around him either in protest or pleasure, I couldn’t tell anymore. His grunts echoed over me, and nothing would keep me from joining in with his noises.

My legs trembled and my stomach tightened. “Flynn,” I pleaded as the first pulses of orgasm rippled through me.

“Come for me,” he growled against my ear, his pelvis grinding into mine.

“Shit!” That stuff never happened in real life. My pussy wasn’t supposed to respond to him growling in my ear, yet, my muscles clamped around his cock as I struggled for control.

It was hard and dirty, his hips banging into mine, his balls swinging forward to slap my sensitive flesh. His hands were like clamps holding me in position as I fell apart screaming his name.

He pulled out long enough to roll me onto my back, my spine balanced along the back of the sofa. Flynn stood at the end as he pushed into me again. His teeth bit into his bottom lip, his eyes blazing with an emotion I was unable to identify.

He lifted each of my legs separately to place them on his shoulders, my ass lifted up. He glided effortlessly in and out of my quivering core, my body welcoming him.

Flynn leaned down, my body contorting to accommodate him until his forehead pressed to mine. “No more nonsense talk,” he grated out against my lips, his cock embedded in me so deep that I felt every inch of him.

“You gonna fuck me until we can’t walk?” I asked.

His lips twitched. “How would we get to bed if we can’t walk?” he ground his pelvis into mine and I moaned.

“We could sleep on the floor,” I gasped. He continued with punishing strokes until his cock thickened and we were both consumed by an orgasm that left us breathless and gasping.

Flynn lifted me, moving my legs around his hips. He laid me on the huge, fluffy mat in front of the fireplace. He pressed a button and the fire flared into life.

Flynn moved slowly and deeply in me, his mouth finding mine, his tongue replicating the movement of his cock that was returning to life. My arms wound around his neck and my legs wrapped around his lean waist.

We’d gone from possession and demanding, to two bodies moving as one. This was when Flynn was mine. I knew his touch in the mornings when he rolled me over while half asleep to plunge into me, our hands and mouths saying what neither of us could voice.

He rolled onto his back, and I undulated over him, my forehead pressed to his while his hands trailed down my sides to rest on my ass to aid my rhythm. His fingers slipped between my ass cheeks, probing and exploring.

I was lost in a world of seduction and desire. Time no longer mattering as we moved together. We rolled on the floor, each taking what we needed from the other. My nails trailed down his back, my teeth biting into his shoulder as my core clenched in another orgasm.

Still, we kept going, until we were both coated in sex and semen, neither of us caring. My voice was hoarse from screaming out in ecstasy. My core was on fire from all the friction. My leg muscles protested from all the exercise they’d endured.

“Flynn,” I gasped, every part of me in sensation overload.

“Charlotte,” he grunted, his head buried into the side of my throat.

He stopped, sheathed in me at his deepest point, rotating his hips as he exploded hard into my core. My back arched and my head fell back as my eyes rolled back in my head. Flynn collapsed on top of me, his body caging mine in as he released a deep and sexy groan that echoed against my chest.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” He kissed my shoulder. “Maybe I need to invest in some Viagra.”

“I think your stamina is enough,” I replied, my hand tracing down his back to rest on a shapely ass cheek. “I doubt I can even stand right now.”

He slowly moved his softening cock in and out of my core in a gesture that made me moan. “Oh, god, you need to stop doing that,” I said. “I am too sensitive down there right now.”

Flynn grinned and pressed a gentle kiss to my swollen lips before rolling onto his back. The two of us lay panting while staring at the ceiling. The evidence of what we did trickled down my thighs.

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