Page 208 of SINS & Riley
He leans over me, pressing one of my legs up high, spreading me for him.
Just the heat of his breath against my pussy has me unraveling, nerves sparking.
I beg for it. “Please?—”
“Such a dirty girl,” he groans against my skin. “So wet for me.”
I shudder. God, I love it when he calls me that.
But I love it more when he works me. One finger. Then two. Three. I can’t take it.
“Holy shit,” I pant, clutching at the rich velvet edge. I can’t even form the words for what I want—it feels so good.
His voice rumbles along my thigh. “What do you need, baby?”
“You,” I gasp. “I need you.”
“My sweet, dirty girl… My cock comes at a price.” His grip on my thigh, possessive. “Come for me.”
I’m so close.
And I can feel him inside of me, as I move with him, and I am going to explode all over this man’s hand.
And then it hits—pleasure tearing through me like lightning. My body arches, shaking against him, every nerve lit on absolute fire.
“Come for me, baby,” he growls.
And I do.
God, I do.
Stars scatter behind my eyes as waves crash over me. It almost hurts the way it feels so good. Pleasure. Pain. The delicious swirl. The raw need I feel for this man.
Then he’s on me—pressing forward with a force that steals my breath, pushing me open to take every bit of him.
One claiming thrust and I’m gone, stretched, consumed, filled until there’s no part of me he hasn’t taken.
That isn’t his.
We work our way to a rhythm, and I take all of him. “Yes, that’s it baby. Yes!”
He slams home, and it’s like the oxygen has been ripped from the planet. All of him is inside me, consuming me, burning me alive from the inside out.
We pant, tangled and undone, as he trails sweet, searing kisses along my neck and mouth. “You said you love me.”
“Did I?”
He nips my lip. “I need you to be honest with me, Pom,” he says, breath ragged.
“Okay.” My pulse skips. I have no idea where this is going.
His eyes lock on mine, sharp and impossibly blue. “Tell me who fucks better. Me or Zver?”
I laugh into his neck, teeth grazing skin. “Whichever one of you just wrecked my lady parts.”
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