Page 67 of The Right Garza
He gazes down at me with searing intensity, his palms gliding down my thighs. “My Hellcat,” he hisses in a tone that borders on reverence and frustration. It feels almost like he’s angry with me and himself at the same time. There’s a war raging within him, and I can’t let the part of him that doesn’t want this to win.
I thrust my hips up, pelvis tilted, and he slides his hand under my dress, right to my center, dragging two fingers along the material soaked with my arousal.
A zap of pleasure sprints through me and I close my eyes with an audible sigh.
“Can I taste you, Alexa?” he asks scratchily, using my given name, and I want to scream profanities at him because,what the fuck. Of course I want him to fucking taste me. Why else would I be here offering myself up in a restless ball of gasps and moans?
“Yes,yes,” I say, dangling off the serrated blade of impatience. “Please, yes.”
“So needy.”
Asshole.He likes to mess with me, this man. And I always play right into the traps he set for me.
He fists my thong and pulls it down and off me, leaving me bare, wet, and quivering.
“Fuck,” he mumbles to himself as he drops to his knees, grips my thighs and drags me closer to the edge, my legs falling over his shoulders. “Pretty pussy. So much prettier than I imagined.” He presses his nose to me and inhales deeply, whispering something inaudible.
“What?” I ask, trembling with anticipation.
In answer, he put his mouth on me.
My head falls back and a long, sinuous moan spills from out of me like smoke toward the ceiling. He laves at me with prowess, like the artful strokes of a painter’s brush, with confidence and unhurriedness. Eliciting mewls and moans from me that sound foreign to my own ears. I writhe and squirm, restless and overwhelmed, filling…filling…filling…on the verge of overflowing…until I’m jerking in staccato, my legs locked tight around his neck, my arms stretched wide on either side of me, sheets gripped tight in my fists as I chant, “OhgodOhgodOhgod…”
I’m riding high on the rippling waves of my orgasm, barely half conscious when Trent flips me over to stomach and drags me up by my hips until I’m on all fours.
“Wait, I want…” I trail off on a trembling moan when I feel him prod at my entrance.
“What, Lexi?” He slaps my asscheek. Hard. “What do you want?” Another slap. “Whatthe fuckdo you want?”
A delicious sting permeates across my ass cheeks, and I’m so ready and eager for him that I don’t even remember why I stopped him or what I was going to say. There’s only one thing I want right now and it’s him, insideme, so I push my ass back, encouraging, welcoming, and the head glides in just a little. My walls clench greedily, eager to latch on once he’s in.
“Nothing. No—I mean, you. I want—”
He slams into me.
“AhhfuckingyesTrentyes!”
He fills me. Completely. Entirely. To the brim.
Oh, sweet hell…
To get a firmer grip of my hips, he shoves my dress further up until it bunches up around my torso, and then his fingers dig into my flesh as he begins fucking me.
And it’severything.
Him…our connection…our mingled sounds of ecstasy. It all feels so….
With each touch, with each caress, I experience these strange, indescribable waves of….
What I am feeling right now isn’t just pleasure that is expected from great sex. It’s…more. Distinct. New. Unprecedented. It feels as if I’ve finally found something I didn’t know I was looking for.
Driven wild, I push back, meeting him, matching his rhythm, thrust for thrust. Until he pulls out and flips me over again. I scramble up on the bed and he follows me like a prowling beast. His jeans are still on, shoved down to his hips, but he moves unhindered.
Welcoming him, I part my legs. He glides two fingers through my sopping heat, massaging my clit as he settles between my thighs on his knees. He pets me until I’m right on the brink of another orgasm, then stops abruptly, pulling a cry of protest from me.
The bastard immediately grips my thighs and buries himself to the hilt. It’s all that was needed to send me over the edge.
My walls snap around him like a vice as tremors overtakes me, utterances of pleasure spilling from my lips. He fucks me without pause through the waves. When my eyes finally flutter open, they find his staring down with such torrid intensity it terrifies me.
