Page 80 of Long Shot

“Okay?” I murmur.

“Mmmm.”

I bury my hand deeper in her crease, rubbing over her there with more deliberation.

“Oh, God,” she moans. “That’s so hot.”

“Christ, you feel good. Riding me like that. Fuck me, Reese.”

Her mouth opens on the skin of my neck and sucks, and heat flashes through me straight to my dick. Her fingers dig in to my shoulder.

I reach down and withdraw my dick out of her pussy, tap it against her ass, then slide it slickly up the crease, over her anus, then back down. I love how her body quivers against mine, how her fingers tighten on me, her breath hot and fast against my neck. She likes this.

I like this.

I enter her pussy again, but use the wetness left on her cheeks to play more there, circling and teasing. She whimpers

Pushing up, she sets her hands on my chest, straddling me. Our eyes meet and hold, heat filling the room, sparks sizzling through my veins. I grasp her waist, then slide my hands up over her narrow rib cage to cup her breasts. “Such pretty tits.”

They fill my palms perfectly, nipples hard, and she covers my hands with hers, helping me massage her as she continues to rise and fall, sliding up and down on my cock. Then her hands slip over my wrists to stroke up and down my arms. My skin prickles everywhere, sensation sliding down my spine to tighten at my lower back.

Her hair is a tousled mess, her cheeks and jaw pink from rubbing against my stubble, her mouth swollen and pouty. I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life. “Gorgeous.”

I knife up to sit, sliding my arms around her waist, and bend my head to suck a nipple into my mouth. Yeah. Hell, yeah. Closing my lips around the nub, I tug it into my mouth, my eyes closing. She holds onto my shoulders, back arching to push her breasts out, soft, sexy noises of pleasure falling from her lips. With one hand on her back, holding her, the other rubbing the crease of her ass, I suck and nip at her nipples, moving back and forth between them, until she’s shaking.

“Oh, God, Cade . . . that’s so good...” Her fingernails dig into my shoulder, scraping over my scalp, and she yanks on my hair. Fiery sensation flashes over me.

“Yeah. Fuck, yeah.” I rub my face against one soft curve, kiss her between her breasts then roll down to my back. My cock slides out of her and I ease her to her side next to me, lifting her thigh over my hip then entering her again. Once again, I slide my fingers through the crease of her ass. She gasps.

Her face against my shoulder, her arms around me, her knee bent and up at my waist, she pets my back as I caress her ass, all while sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy. This time, I let my middle finger penetrate her opening there.

Her body jerks in my arms and she cries out.

I pause. “Okay?”

She gives a tiny nod, moving against my hand, encouraging me. We fuck each other, harder, faster. Flames burn in my balls, and the base of my spine aches. I kiss her shoulder and then her breath comes faster, her body tight against me, and with a long, hard shudder, her pussy ripples around me.

“Oh, yeah,” I groan. “Love that. Fuck yeah, Reese.”

And then it overcomes me, rolling over me, slamming me with unbearable pleasure. My vision darkens, my arms convulse around Reese as wave after wave of ecstasy rocks through me.

We don’t move, breathing hard. My heart knocks against my ribs. I kiss her mouth, hard. “Happy Thanksgiving.”

She smiles against my lips. “Yes. I am very thankful.”

“Me, too.” I smooch her once more. “Pretty sure this is the best Thanksgiving I’ve ever had.”

Reese

“It seems to be going well.”

I stand with Hayden and Carrie near the bar, surveying the customers sitting in front of easels, trying to paint a picture similar to the one displayed by Cissy Garr, a local artist Carrie knows through G Gallery. Everyone seems to be having fun, but best of all they’re ordering lots of food and drinks.

“Yes,” Hayden replies to Carrie.

I narrow my eyes at the woman flirting with Cade. Turns out one of his hookups wants to enjoy paint night. Or wants another chance to get with him, more likely.

Usually Cade is politely dismissive of the women who show up looking for more action with him, but tonight he’s hanging around Nerissa’s easel, admiring the picture she’s painting. Nerissa’s breathy giggle and fluttering eyelashes make me want to go over there, pick up the canvas, and smash it down over her head.

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