Page 36 of Crashing the Altar
Back bowing off the bed, I gasped at the force of my climax, the pleasure so intense it felt like I was soaring, my soul threatening to leave my body. Tripp’s touch was the only thing grounding me; his firm grip held steady as I let the waves crash over me.
Panting heavily, I let my hand fall away when I grew too sensitive to continue. With my eyes squeezed shut, I was vaguely aware of Tripp shifting on the mattress until his breath tickled my face.
Head turning to the side, I forced my heavy eyelids to rise. “You get all that?” I teased.
His nose grazed mine. “Only caught about half of it before all the blood in my brain traveled south.”
I let out an amused huff. “And you were worried you couldn’t get it up again. You have so much to learn, baby.”
He hummed. “I like it when you call me that.”
“What? Baby?”
“Yeah. Makes me feel like I’m yours.”
Shaking my head, I rose on one elbow. “Words are nice and all, but do you know what really makes you mine?”
Eyes searching mine, he asked, “What?”
Dipping between my thighs, I gathered our combined release and spread it across his lips. “That right there is you and me. Myhusbandis the only man on this planet who has taken me bare and come inside me. And he’s the only one who ever will.”
A possessive hand landed on my hip, gripping tight enough to leave bruises as a rumble sounded from his chest.
“Now, taste how good we are together,baby.”
Tripp’s tongue darted out, licking his wet lips clean.
“Greedy boy.” I tsked. “Didn’t think to save any for me?”
Before he could react, my mouth crashed down on his, my tongue demanding entry. He parted for me, and I devoured any remnant of our salty, tangy mixture. Tripp groaned, and I dove deeper, chasing the essence of our first time.
Our kiss grew frantic, my hands roaming as my hips began to buck, riding the side of his thigh, desperate for friction.
I squealed in surprise when he flipped me onto my back. Staring up at him, I taunted, “Think you can handle being on top this time, cowboy?”
Instead of responding, he rolled his hips, pushing his thick cock inside me. The stretch was delicious, and that curve had the head rubbing right against my G-spot. When he bottomed out, his pubic bone grazed my clit, and I sucked in a sharp breath.
The man atop me froze, eyes wide. “Did I hurt you?”
He began to withdraw, but I locked my ankles around his waist, keeping our connection intact.
“Feels so good,” I moaned, rubbing against him.
“Really?” Tripp scannedmy face.
“Mm-hmm. I’m so sensitive after touching myself. It’s not going to take much to get me there again.” My inner walls rippled around him as further proof of my words.
He gave a tentative, shallow thrust that had my toes curling. “I want to make you come. Tell me how.”
“Top marks for enthusiasm, Mr. Sullivan.” My hand found his ass, and I squeezed, drawing him closer.
Teeth tugged on my earlobe, and he growled, “Tell me, Penny. Or I won’t give you any more of my cum.”
My mouth dropped open, and I reared back, shocked not only at his tone but the threat he issued so smoothly. You would have never known he’d been submitting to me only minutes ago.
Taking back control, I focused all my energy on clenching my core, and Tripp’s resulting strangled cry was music to my ears. Gripping two fistfuls of his hair, I forced his head back so he could see I meant business when I practically snarled, “You think you have a choice? That you can hold out onme?“ Dark laughter fell from my lips. “I’ll let it slide this time, but if youeverthink about denying me what I want, I’ll tie you to the bed and take it. You’ll be like one of those studs on your ranch; your existence reduced to nothing beyond breeding me.”
Nostrils flaring, his chest heaved, but he kept his mouth shut.
