Page 7 of Fury
Toes digging into her mattress, she pushed up his torso until her lips covered his in a long, sweet kiss. “Good enough,” she said when she pulled back, but he could see the pain in her eyes.
“Liar,” he whispered, and she grimaced. “I like that you are willing to take what I can give, honey. I wish I could offer more.”
“Damn.” Cheek to his chest, she lay in his embrace. “I can’t hide anything from you, Derek.”
“I like that you’re an open book, too.” Pursing his lips, he kissed the tip of her nose. She moved to cover him like a blanket, and as they lay there, belly to belly, Bethany slipped her hand down between them. Angling his hard cock to her opening, she pushed and sat up, sliding him inside her.
Hand to his cock, Gabe groaned at the memory of how hot and tight she had been. How she moved over him, her hands on his chest, fingers digging into his muscles as she rode him. Her dark hair swinging over her shoulder when her head tipped back, a groan coming from between her parted lips. His fist moved fast on his cock, hips thrusting up into the tight grip that could never imitate how good she’d felt. That was why he never did this; he knew the illusion couldn’t hold.“Good enough,”he heard her voice in his head, and he stroked faster, frantic now.
“Bethany,” he groaned, feeling the spiral of heat in his spine. Ass cheeks clenching, his balls drew up to his body and a long jet of white striped his chest. Strangling his cock in a brutal grip, he didn’t let up, embracing the pain and pumping hard as he milked his cock, imagining again that it was Bethy riding him. When he was done, he rolled his head to the side, teeth clenched, the heat of his ejaculate cooling on his belly.
Not good enough.
