Page 20 of Nitro
“Fuck, yeah,” I rasped against her, dragging the flat of my tongue over the bud before biting down just enough to make her yelp.
Her head fell back, hair flying wild, as her nails dug into my shoulders. She shoved her chest up toward me like she couldn’t stand even an inch of space. I rolled the other nipple between my fingers, tugging and twisting until her moans became ragged, desperate, her body trembling with every bounce.
I switched sides, latching onto the other breast, sucking until her back bowed and her hips faltered, grinding down clumsily and frantically.
“Such a good girl,” I muttered against her flesh, licking the peak until she shuddered. “Ride me and let me taste you. Let me own every sound coming out of your throat.”
Her whole body shook as I alternated—mouth on one, hand on the other, teasing, pinching, and dragging sounds out of her chest that were raw and wrecked. Every cry vibrated against my tongue, and every gasp made her clench tighter around me. Until I couldn’t tell anymore if I was fucking her or if she was fucking me.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby,” I rasped, voice rough and jagged. My hands clamped her ass, guiding her rhythm, making sure she stayed exactly where I wanted her. “Grind that sweet pussy on my cock. Harder. Yeah, just like that—that’s it. Oh fuck, yeah. Oh fuck!”
Her nails bit into my shoulders as she followed my lead, hips rolling down and forward just the way I pushed her. My cock hit deep, perfect, and her gasp broke into a whimper that had me gritting my teeth.
“Just like that. Fucking perfect.” My growl was low and dangerous, but I praised her all the same. “Fuck yes, baby.”
Her arms locked tighter around my neck, dragging herself against me, clinging because she was just as gone as I was. The praise lit her up—made her move harder, faster, abandoning every ounce of caution she’d clung to before. She rode me with pure abandon now, a blur of wild thrusts and frantic grinds chasing the edge I was holding her over, giving herself to the rhythm I demanded. Every rise and fall of her body on my dick pushed us both closer to the brink.
My hands clamped down on her hips, dragging her onto my cock harder and deeper. Until her cries turned to broken gaspsof my name. Over and over, sharp little pleas that stripped what was left of my consciousness.
“Torin! Yes! Yes! Torin—” Her voice cracked on my name, and her body went tight around me, pussy clamping down, pulsing like it was trying to milk me dry.
I roared, and the sound ripped straight out of my chest as I drove up into her with everything I had left. My hips jerked, unforgiving, grinding her down onto me so I could feel every spasm, every desperate squeeze of her walls as I emptied inside her.
The world narrowed to heat, slick skin, and the wild tangle of her red hair whipped against my face as I continued to move her up and down on my shaft as she screamed her release. I was gone right with her, lost in the savage, intimate wreck of it, undone at the same time, her trembling body locked tight against mine, nothing in existence except the two of us breaking apart together.
She sagged against me, all fire and defiance spent for now. There was nothing left but the soft embrace of a woman clinging to me like I was the only solid thing in the world. Her chest heaved against mine, every pant hot on my neck as I brushed my lips across her temple. She shivered faintly at the touch, and I tightened my arms, locking her in, caging her against me because there was no fucking chance I was letting her drift an inch away.
I stayed buried inside her pussy, my cock still pulsing with the aftershocks and pushing tiny little bursts of come as if I had an endless supply to make sure I knocked her the fuck up. Her body still gripped me, tender and raw and perfect.
The garage was quiet except for the ragged pull of our breathing and the low hum of the fan overhead, pushing cool air across our heated bodies.
My hands spanned her back, broad and possessive, palms sliding against the damp line of her spine. She made a soft sound and curled closer.
Mine.
No other man was ever going to touch her. Not a single bastard who looked at her and thought they had a chance. Not even her father or her brother would get anywhere near her. She belonged to me now—fully, completely.
9
JANA
Islept better than I had in ages, between rounds of mind-blowing orgasms. When I woke, I was sore in all the places that reminded me of Torin. My wrists, where his grip had pinned me. My thighs, where he’d shoved between them. The deep ache low in my core from where he’d taken me.
He had been rough, relentless, and possessive in a way that should have sent me racing outta town. Instead, I invited him back to the bed & breakfast where I was staying. And he never left.
When I cracked my eyes open, Torin was still in my bed. Sprawled across the narrow mattress like he owned the place, one arm slung over my hip, his chest rising and falling steadily against my back. His scent clung to the sheets, and his warmth wrapped around me like a shield I hadn’t asked for. But one that I was coming to realize I needed. And wanted.
It should have terrified me.
Instead, it felt really good.
I lay there for a long moment, torn between wanting to soak in the safety I hadn’t felt in years and the rising panic of knowing what it meant. The truth pressed in on me as I shifted to facehim, and his arm tightened automatically, keeping me close even in his sleep.
I was already in too deep.
And when his dark brown eyes blinked open, his lips curving into a grin, I didn’t regret it. Not yet.
“Morning,” he rasped, his palm stroking up my spine.
