Page 71 of Hold the Line

I can’t think about that, or I’ll make a damned fool of myself.

She dug her fingers into my shoulders. “Baby, I’m so close. I don’t want to—not without you.” Her legs clamped around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. “Please, Deke.”

Popping off her nipple, I panted. “You don’t want me to make you come?”

“With you inside me.” She let her legs fall open. “I need you.Please.”

Every bit of self-control snapped. I wouldn’t be asking if she was sure again. Didn’t think I’d be able to get those words out of my mouth even if I’d wanted to.

Moving between her spread thighs, I slotted myself against her. The second my cock came in contact with her sleek pussy, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from coming.

Some sanity prevailed, and I pulled back. “I don’t have a condom, baby.”

She raised her knees to either side of my hips. “I’m on birth control, and I’ve been tested. We don’t have to use a condom if you’re okay with it.”

I shook my head, biting down even harder. “I’m going to make a mess of you.”

“Then make a mess.” She reached up to cup my jaw. “I’m one-hundred-percent sure of this, but if you’re not ready, that’s okay.”

“No, I’m more than ready.” I lowered myself onto her again, bringing my face close to hers. “I want to be good enough for you.”

“You are.” She rocked herself against me. “Be with me, Deke.”

I dropped my forehead to hers, taking a moment to lasso the last of my restraint before aligning the head of my cock with her entrance. I tried to go slow, pushing into her a little bit at a time, but once I felt the warm grip of her all around me, there was no hope. Driving forward, I seated myself fully inside her and nearly lost my shit.

“Phoebe,” I bit out. “Ohhell, baby. I didn’t know. I—”

“Move, Deke. Let me feel you,” she cried softly.

The last thing I wanted to do was pull back, but I did, then thrust forward again. And dear god that was even better. I stared down at her in disbelief. How was this real?

“Everything about you and me is real.”

I fisted the sheets on either side of her head, going back and forth between staring at her flushed face and watching her breasts bounce as I plunged into her. I tried my hardest to go slow, to prolong this as much as I could, but her inner walls were wrapped around me so tight I was helpless to the call of her.

My mouth covered hers, kissing her wet and deep as I drove into her faster, harder. She moaned into my mouth, clinging to my shoulders, her feet on the backs of my thighs. I had to give in. There was no stopping it. Not with all her softness beneath me, her heat surrounding me, her sweetness on my tongue, all of her imprinted on my mind.

The frayed rope inside me snapped. I plunged into her deep, hard, planting myself at the end of her, filling her to the brim and spilling over so our mingled arousal coated us both.

We kissed breathlessly, grappling to get closer even though it was impossible. She tugged at my hair, and I kneaded her breasts and hips—anywhere I could get my hands.

We rolled to our sides, still joined, her leg over mine. I slipped my arm between us to give her clit the attention it needed, rubbing it the way I had before. Her lips broke from mine, but only far enough for her to cry out my name. Then I captured her bottom lip between my teeth, tugging sharply as her inner walls clamped down around my still-hard cock.

“Deacon—oh god, you feel so good,” she moaned.

Seemed impossible she could get more beautiful, but Phoebe losing it while I was inside her had set a new record. Her hair was wild around her shoulders, flowing like chestnut banners on my pillow. The flush on her cheeks had traveled down to her chest, and her lips were little swollen rosebuds. I already knew I was irreversibly hooked on making this woman come.

I rolled my hips into hers, wanting her all over again. “I’m not done. Are you?”

“Nowhere close.” Her eyes flicked open. “Fuck me, baby.”

The angle was different this way. More shallow but no less hot. I tried to take my time—hell, I should’ve been able to, considering it had only been a handful of minutes since I came—but the combination of my seed in her and…herproved to be my downfall.

“How do you like it?” I asked through clenched teeth. “Talk to me.”

“I like what you’re doing.” She rubbed her leg along my side, hooking her foot over my ass. “Those hard, fast strokes are hitting me just right. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come again.”

I gave her what she asked for, a steady drive into her velvet heat, only stuttering when I bent to take her nipples into my mouth. I felt her getting tighter, swelling for me. The level of pride it gave me, knowing she liked what I was doing to her, struck me dumb. It instantly became my mission to make her come as many times as I could. I already knew I wouldn’t be able to get enough of it.

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