Page 437 of One More Kiss

“That’s for teasing me with this ass since the second you got here.” He does it again and once more before tightening his grip on my hip and fucking me so hard, I fear I might break.

I smile although he can’t see me, knowing that he’s been lusting over me since the moment we met.

“Goddammit, Vada…” he hisses, anger and lust woven into his tone. “You feel too fucking good.” Releasing his hold on me, he leans his body over my back and snakes a hand over my breast, squeezing roughly. I’ve always liked my breasts touched and played with, but by the way Ethan is handling them, you’d think they’d done him wrong in some way.

His hand slides down my stomach and lands on my pussy. Arching my back more, his cock moves in deeper while the pad of his finger rubs my clit.

“I love how tense you get before you come,” he whispers into my ear. “Then a second before you do, your body relaxes, and you release everything out of your mind. For a moment, you have no thoughts, no concerns, no worries. It’s pure fucking bliss.”

“Yes,” I moan in agreement. “Coming is the best high there is.”

“Then I better make sure it’s worth your while, huh?” His lips smile against my neck. “Your pussy is like heaven. I never want to vacate.”

“Sorry, one-night stay per guest only.” I grin.

“Fuck that,” he growls, adding more pressure to my clit as he speeds up his pace. “The only guest allowed to check-in is my dick, sweetheart.”

“Who knew you were so territorial?” I mock, knowing he hasn’t been up to this point.

“Not me. Definitely not me,” he says as if he’s shocked by his own words. “However, that was before your cunt took over my brain.”

Before I get the chance to make another joke about his southern charm, my body goes rigid, and his fingers continuously rub my clit as my body tightens all around him. Seconds later, he goes still, and I know he’s not far behind.

Leaning back, he grabs my hips roughly and our bodies rock together. Our skin smacks together so hard and fast, I can barely keep up.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hisses on a moan as he stills, our bodies shaking together as he releases inside me.

He groans as he pushes once more against me and curses. “Shit, Vada.”

My entire body goes lax. I can’t feel my arms or legs. Before sliding out and tossing the condom, he leans over me and presses a sweet kiss against my neck.

I flip over and settle into the bed, enjoying the warmth. Although the room is dark, there’s a flicker of light coming from the moon outside the window. It glows against his tan skin, accentuating every part of him that was just mine. Stunning and beautiful, I can almost see right through him and the facade he hides behind.

“Mission accomplished,” he says as he lies next to me in bed.

“Mission?” My brows arch. “I was a mission?”

“Rode my dick raw and yet…I want more.” He turns and looks at me, waiting for my reaction.

I’m not quite sure how to react, but I smile in agreement.

“Yeah, I could get used to this,” I say, dreamily. “Although, it feels like my pussy needs an ice pack and a cigarette.” I squeeze my eyes shut the moment the words spew from my lips. “These scenes are way sexier in romance novels.”

He chuckles, pulling the blankets that survived and covers us up. Even though I know he’s not the flowers and chocolates kind of guy, I’m hoping this doesn’t make things weird between us. I still have four days here, and if we can stick to the sexual stuff only, this will be the best writer’s retreat of my life.

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