Page 207 of Sinful Like Us
I extend over to the nightstand in arm’s reach and grab a bottle of lube.Go ahead, honey.I rock harder before she can even touch the lube.
“Oh…God,” she gasps.
My dick bangs against her entrance, and she almost falls off her elbows.
I groan into a choked noise.God-fucking-dammit. I need inside her. Urgently, I pry the pink fabric to the side, exposing her soaked pussy. I don’t even have to waste time to grab a condom. She’s been on birth control since we got back from Scotland.
Veins pulsate in my cock.
Christ,I want in.
“Wait,” she pants and sits further up. Collecting herself, she snatches the lube, and I breathe hard. As much as I love Jane playing with my ass, I crave to sink my dickdeepin her right now.
“Be quick,” I say, parting my knees more, which only opens her wider.
She gasps and touches her sensitive pussy.
I move her hand aside and thumb her bundle of nerves, then slip two fingers inside of her.
She moans, eyes almost rolling, “Wait…don’t move.”
I keep my fingers still inside her warmth, and she swallows a ragged breath. Collecting herself for a second time, she lubes her finger.
Jane clasps my ass with one hand and slips her other finger into my hole—fucking…my abs flex as she finds my prostate and makes acome hithermotion. Rubbing the sensitive spot, full of nerve endingsthat shoot electric currents through my veins.
I breathe hard through my nose, tendons stretching my neck.Fuckingfuck—I thumb her clit, and her thighs shake.
Her pleasured cry ripples down me.
“Jane,” I say through gritted teeth. The head of my cock is swollen. Ready to fucking be inside her, and the longer she’s back there, the more her hand will cramp.
So I draw her wrist out, and I reach back to the drawer. And I grab a prostate massager. She hasn’t used a toy on me yet, and her eyes spark with a thousandyeses.
Jane removes her finger, and I push her back down. She wiggles, and I drink in her whole beautiful frame in the morning light.
Fuck.“I love your body.”
Flush ascends her cheeks.
I lean closer and suck on her perked nipple, trailing hot kisses down her wide hip, belly, and soft thigh. My tongue flicks over her clit, and she squirms. “God, Thatcher.”
Swift movements, no pauses—I sit back up and clutch her hips again. Her mouth is in a perpetual gasp as she watches me drive my erection inside her heat.
She’s mine.
I rock, only about halfway in, and her legs tremble, head falling back.
She lets out a louder cry of pleasure, and I ease in and out, never deeper than four-inches. I work my thumb over her swollen bud, and every muscle in my body is fuckingburning.
I crave to fill her up until my cock disappears completely. But the look on her face—I’m unable to stop what I’m doing.
She’s lit up.
“Thatcher,” she chokes, wrapped completely in spinning pleasure.
Her whole body seizes and her back arches in a beautiful, earth-shattering climax. It takes all my energy not to come right here with her.
Jane is too sensitive to touch, so I remove my thumb off her clit and keep thrusting while she pulsates around my cock. Little noises pant from her lips before she brushes hair from her eyes. Our gazes meet in a strong beat.
