Page 49 of Crashing the Altar
Trembling thighs squeezed tight around my head as I licked her through the waves of her orgasm. When they fell away, I climbed up her body, not giving her a minute to recover before lining my cock up at her entrance and pushing inside.
A gasp sounded, and her green eyes sprang open as mine rolled back into my head. The blinding burst of white-hot pleasure was a shock to the system every time I sank inside her.
Immediately, the urge to move grew overwhelming, and I rolled my hips, causing my toes to curl as it sent shockwaves down my spine.
Dipping my head to tug one of her pierced nipples between my teeth, I mumbled around it, “You feel fucking amazing.”
Penny’s head thrashed against the pillows. “Legs on your shoulders,” she panted out.
I pulled back enough to grip behind her knees, maneuvering her legs so that the soles of her feet kissed my ears. Then I pressed my body weight forward so that she was practically bent in half; her ass lifted off the mattress as I drove into her with steady thrusts.
“So deep.” Her husky voice settled in my balls, already drawn tight in warning.
I wanted—no, Ineeded—her to come with me, and I knew just what to say to drive her insane.
Gritting my teeth against the orgasm threatening to overtake me, I grunted, “Gotta get it deep to give you that baby.”
Her hot pussy tightened around me like a silken vise. The mere mention of breeding always put her right on edge.
Upping the pace, my thighs slapped against her ass each time our bodies collided.
“How many do you want, Lucky? Two, three, four? Want me to keep you nice and pregnant for as long as you’re able?”
Palms pressed flat to the headboard, to keep her head from crashing into it as my strong slams moved her further up the bed, she cried out, “Yes! God, yes!”
Heart hammering in my chest and sweat dripping from my skin, I gave her everything I had, plunging into her like the secret to life could be found in the depths of her pussy.
Who knew, maybe it could. Only time would tell.
Electric shocks skittered down my spine, and she clamped down on my cock just as it began to swell, my release ripping through me like a hurricane. The force of it knocked the air from my lungs, and black spots danced across my vision as I gave myself over to the all-consuming pleasure that came from my wife milking me dry.
Pretty sure I lost consciousness for a minute because, by the time I came to, I was no longer above Penny—or in Penny—lying on my side as she brushed damp locks of hair away from my forehead.
In awe of the stunning creature beside me on the mattress, I mused, “How does it keep getting better?”
Penny’s face broke into a smile so big it touched her eyes. “Because our love keeps growing. It gets bigger and better every single day.”
“Hmm.” A corner of my lips tugged up. “I like that.”
“Good.” She kissed the tip of my nose. “Because I like you.”
I tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, my heart swelling until it threatened to break free of my ribcage. “I more than like you, Penny Sullivan.”
Burrowing into my chest, she purred. “I love you more than life, Tripp.”
We were literally living in a dream, and I never wanted to wake up.
When I’d learned that Tate pulled a Sullivan horse for his ride this evening, my stomach twisted into a painful knot, and it hadn’t loosened since. Sure, I might’ve been pissed when he flirted with my wife, but that didn’t mean I wanted him dead.
Thanks to a business decision my father had made over thirty years ago, every single one of our horses was a descendant of Rampage, the bronc that had trampled on him so badly he’d been forced to hang up his spurs. So, while every horse we put up for competition was spirited—that was putting it mildly—Thunder was downright feral. I’d neverseen a rider stay atop him, and when they hit the dirt, it wasn’t pretty. He put the rodeo protection athletes to the test every weekend.
This was his first year on the circuit, and if I had anything to say about it, it would be his last. He was too dangerous to keep competing.
And now Tate was going to be on his back.
I wasn’t sure I could watch.
Penny dug her thumbs into my shoulders, trying to relieve the tension, but I shrugged her off. “That damn horse is gonna get someone killed.”
