Page 88 of Moonlit Colorado

I kissed my way down her back, paying a visit to every knob of her spine. Her behind was especially cute. Perfectly round in my hands. I rubbed my cock against her butt cheeks, and the moan she made was pornographic.

“I might lose my mind if you make me keep waiting,” she said.

“Waiting for what?”

Grace rolled over onto her back inside the cage of my arms. “You know.”

“Getting shy again all of a sudden?” I rocked my erection against her belly. “Tell me you want my cock, gorgeous.”

“I want it.”

“How much?”

She arched up against me. “So badly. I’ve wanted you since the night of the masquerade ball.”

“Then why didn’t you come to me that night?”

“I was…scared.”

I stopped, straightening my arms so that I could look down at her and see her full expression. “Are you scared now?”

She seemed to be thinking about it, and I was glad for that. Because any doubt or hesitation on her part was the last thing I wanted.

“No,” Grace whispered. She reached up and touched my face. “I’m not. You said you’d take care of me. I believe you.”

I leaned down to kiss her, wanting to seal those words on her lips.

I grabbed protection and suited up. She was soaking wet. Pushing inside of her was effortless, though she was tight enough to make my head swim with the way she gripped me. She inhaled sharply.

“Good?” I asked.

“Mmhmm. Yes. You’re just…a lot.”

I grinned. “A lot in a good way?”

“Inallthe good ways. Keep going. I’m ready for more.”

“I like you greedy for me.”

Once I was deep inside her, I paused and kissed her forehead. I needed a moment to gather my composure. I’d been acting cocky, but this was intense for me too.

I’d felt the sting of rejection when she bailed on me the night of the masquerade. But this was so much better than an anonymous hookup. And in a way, a little scary too. Because of how much this woman already meant to me.

“Fuck me, Dane,” Grace murmured. “Please.”

“I know, baby. I’ve got you.” I started to move. Slow drags of my cock, then surging back inside.

Grace dug her hands into my hair, legs squeezing my sides. “More,” she begged.

“It’ll be better if I don’t rush.”

“No, it’ll be better if you give it to me hard. Be rough with me. I won’t break.”

Damn. Grace’s inner bad girl was present and accounted for, and I was here for it.

I put my hips into each thrust. My headboard banged into the wall, and Grace rewarded me with loud moans that just made my blood burn hotter. Tingles gathered at the base of my spine.

My hand reached back to close around one of her ankles, and I lifted her leg up onto my shoulder. I kept up that relentless pace, angling my hips until she gasped and cried out. The sound she made, the tightening of her body. That was all I needed to send me barreling toward my own climax. I pushed as deep inside her as I could go until I was spent.

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