Page 83 of Third Time Lucky

“Bossy.” He dips his head, and the move drives him even deeper, making us both gasp at how amazing it feels. Like coming home.

“Nothing’s ever been this good,” he rasps against my lips. “I didn’t know it could feel this fucking good.”

I nod, because same, and lift my head to attack his mouth. He can’t know what he’s doing to me. We’ve barely started and I’m already ruined because he’s right. Nothing has ever felt like this. “Give me more.”

He grunts and starts to move. Slowly at first, because he’s testing the waters—or he’s a giant tease. I haven’t decided. His thrusts are long and deep. Thorough. I want to slap his ass, kick his shoulders and force him to pick up the pace. I want him to keep going, because this feels like making love instead of what it has to be.

He must sense my restlessness, because he reaches up and covers both my wrists with one big hand. I test the shackle and it tightens in warning.

“Let me,” he warns in a low rumble.

I shouldn’t test him again.

“Fuck me.” I test him again.

“Is that what you want?”

He doesn’t wait for my answer. Instead, Elliot Ransom proceeds to fuck. He fucks like he’s been training for it his whole life. Like it’s the only thing he’s ever done and he’s perfected the art, setting the bar too high for anyone who comes for his title.

“Oh God.”

“Like this? Is this what you needed? For me to hold you down and fuck you until you scream?”

“Yes!”

Every time I catch my breath, he rips it away from me with another deep thrust of his cock. His hips are pistons and his grip on me is absolute and unforgiving.

I’ve never been so ready to come.

I want him to let me go so I can stroke my own cock because I’m close. When he changes the angle and starts pounding against that spot I love, I forget my name and shout his instead.

“You coming with me, Joey?” he mutters against my ear before he takes my lobe between his teeth. “I can’t wait anymore. Not this time. I want you to come. I need to be inside you when it happens. I need to feel it.”

My dick is so hard it hurts, it feels like a hot poker burning between us. “Touch me.”

Without missing a beat, he’s stroking me roughly with his big hand and my body is singing, shouting, breaking apart. “Like that. Oh God, oh fuck, Elliot, don’t stop.”

I can feel everything. The hot liquid spurting on my stomach, the callouses on his hands, the muscles bunching under my calves and the thick cock trying to plow me through the hotel bed and into the ground.

I was still in my body when the big bang of all orgasms exploded inside me and it hasn’t stopped yet when Elliot roars above me, his thrusts slowing until he’s grinding into me as he finds his own climax. I watch him and wonder if he’s feeling the same thing I am. Changed. Transformed. In love up to my neck and sinking fast.

As soon as he lets go of my wrists, I wrap my arms around him, pressing my cheek to his as we recover. His heart is racing as fast as mine. In time with mine.

Does it feel like mine?

Please don’t regret this.

The thought dims my endorphins and loosens my hold.

He groans, kissing my shoulder before pulling out of me with a wince for his sensitive dick so he can take off his condom. “I’ll be right back.”

I still have enough brain cells to turn my head in time to catch the ass show.

“Hate to see you go,” I murmur, loud enough for him to hear.

Love to watch you leave.

He’s back faster than I expected and climbs into bed without hesitating, situating me until I’m lying across his chest with his arms around me.

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