Page 51 of Her Every Fantasy

‘Enjoying yourself, rosebud?’

She laughed. ‘Immensely. Are you?’

‘Maybe. But I’ll be happier inside you.’

Leaning forward, she boldly licked my lower lip while she continued to pump my ever-throbbing cock. ‘I can make that happen.’

‘Soon. Please,’ I groaned when she twisted her wrist and sent stars dancing across my vision.

Wicked laughter broke from her throat as she ripped the condom open with her teeth and glided it on. ‘I like hearing you beg, Bryce.’

I swallowed the fierce urge to tell her I would beg a thousand times more if she hurried. Because the condom was fully on and my need was echoed on her face.

Laughter ceased as I hooked one leg around my waist and penetrated her in a smooth, mind-bending thrust.

The sensation was beyond sublime. I was aware my head went back, a hiss flying from between my clenched teeth. I withdrew, and thrust again, the clench of her channel unfathomable. ‘God, how do you feel so bloody good?’

‘Yoga,’ she gasped as I thrust back in, deep, wanting her to feel every needy inch of me.

Surprised, I paused, my eyes finding her lust-hazed ones. ‘Seriously?’

She grinned and nodded.

My answering grin broke across my face. ‘Promise me you’ll never stop taking yoga.’

She didn’t answer immediately, probably because that single-worded confession had made me harder still, so my return was a little more strained. Or it could’ve been because she was experiencing a little bit of the delirium coursing through me.

‘Keep doing what you’re doing and I promise I won’t.’ She gasped, then followed it with a moan laden with desire, weighted with other things I couldn’t immediately decipher.

Her nails dug into my shoulders and held on as I thrust inside her.

Between her cries, the grip of her pussy and the wild desire in her eyes, I knew I was seconds away from exploding.

I forced myself to slow down, change angles even though the way our bodies were aligned was nothing short of perfection.

But I was a greedy bastard who wanted more. Who wanted...everything.

‘You see that bar above your head?’ I growled in her ear.

Her heavy lids lifted, clocked the wide bar that at first glance seemed like an innocent towel rack. Except it wasn’t. I’d had the iron bar placed in the shower purely for moments like this and I wasn’t one little bit sorry. Especially not when Savvie’s eyes grew wilder and she licked her lips the longer they stayed on it.

Deep inside I felt her pussy ripple with excitement. Damn, she was going to kill me if I didn’t get a move on.

Her eyes met mine. ‘Yeah.’

I ground my pelvis into hers, and watched her mouth slacken. ‘Can you hold onto it for me?’

Without question, she lifted her hands and gripped the solid iron bar. With her breasts high, her heavenly curves on display and unashamed arousal blazing in her eyes, I knew I had little time.

‘Perfect. Savvie, you look perfect. Hold on tight.’

She lifted her other leg, wound it around my hips and gripped me hard. ‘More, Bryce. Give me more!’

Lost, I began pounding her in earnest.

Electricity blazed through my pelvis and up my spine, robbing my lungs of oxygen. All I could do was grit my teeth and absorb the waves of pleasure rolling over me.

Much too soon, that blaze of pleasure exploded into an inferno, engulfing both of us in its evangelic fire. When she boldly sought my lips for a kiss, I dropped my head, greedy for another taste. Our tongues stroked and stoked our fires, our bodies growing jerkier with almost transcendent need.

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