Page 50 of Ricochet

“Uh-huh.” His girth stretched her, and the intoxicating rush of his shaft splitting her muscles was nothing like she’d imagined. “Colin.”

“You are…” He buried his head into her neck, driving his cock deeper.

“God,” she cried, shimmying her legs around his hips.

His fingers dug into her flesh, and her throat went dry from her gasps.

“Easy, easy,” he groaned.

“More, please.” She needed things she didn’t know—to feel all of him, to freeze every muscle, and to fly fast and furious until her cries were nothing but climaxes. “Colin, I need…”

He thrusted.

“God,” she cried.

“Sorry, fuck, sorry—”

Her fingernails bit into his skin. “Don’t stop.”

He sucked air. Maybe she was killing him too, and he pulled back.

Ecstasy. “Give me more.”

He nodded, his jaw flexing, and the thrusts became deeper. Colin’s desperation tore her apart more than she knew possible. “Stay with me.”

He flexed and fucked, and Adelia clung to his chest when he seated himself inside her body and kissed her deep, tonguelaving when he drew back and carefully speared her again.

She rocked for more. Clenching around his cock was perfect. Her climax was quick to start again, and she didn’t care.

Sweat dampened their bodies, and her teeth found his shoulder, biting down when he let go of any restraint and drove them to the highest peaks. “Colin, I’m going to…”Die!

She climaxed on his cock, pulsing and clawing.He strained, orgasming with her, and kissed her in a tangle of hard breaths and needy tongue-whipping licks until they could only cling to each other, spent.

He carefully set her down, and Adelia wanted to cry but wouldn’t let a tear slide free. “That was perfect.”

Colin leaned next to her against the wall, dropping a kiss on top of her head. “Yeah.”

“And I think I’m finally ready to lie ina bed.”

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