Page 142 of Secret Mission

I gently push her forward until I slide free so I can spin her around. This time when I kiss her, I hold her pretty face in my hands—hands that have killed other men. Palms that bear the scars of war. Hands that will slide a ring on her finger and hold her to me in the darkest nights.

Fuck. I’m humbled by her.

“I love you so much, beautiful.”

“Love you too,” she breathes, taking hungry nips at my lips. “I want you to feel good too.”

“I do. And I’m not done.”

When I drop my hands to her thighs and pick her up, her eyes flare in the cutest way.

I deposit her onto the marble vanity and drag her forward until the pretty, pink place between her legs is on display for me.

When I step into that welcoming vee—my spot—her legs wrap around my hips.

The feeling that blooms inside me is ancient. Like a homecoming for the most primal part of me.

This time, we watch each other’s movements, the tiny expressions, the heat building between us as I spread her open. Splitting her wide with the broad shaft of my veiny erection.

“That’s it, let me in, sweetheart.”

“Oh. You’re so big,sodeep like this.”

“I know,” I growl, trying to pace myself. “Fuck, I know it’s deep. I feel all of you. You’re made for me.”

Edging her fingers into my hair, the bite of her nails spikes my pleasure.

“Yeah, do that. I love that.”

She keeps stroking, as I glide out. Slam in. Glide out, angle a little more downward. Slam in.

Every full-force impact makes her breath hitch, and those pert tits of hers bounce.

“I’m gonna come in the deepest part of this sweet pussy, Ally.” My words are throaty, and lust-filled sounds from the base of my body follow.

Angling against me in time to my thrusts, Allison takes me and takes me, driving my heart to a dangerous speed.

Sweat slides down my back, slicking the place where her legs are locked around me. Securing me to her.

I love it.

Crave it.

Can’t think about anything but us.

Us.

The big us. The future. The unshakeable thing where souls intertwine.

I’ve never felt it before.

Dropping my head, I catch her lips, devouring her. We’re nothing but thrusts and moans, and hungry, biting hands, contracted muscles, and desperation.

“Fuck, babe… I’m there, you gotta come with me.”

She arches her neck back until we’re eye to eye again. Soul to soul. “Always.”

And we go.

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