Page 117 of One Bossy Disaster

Definitely two minutes later, when my thrusts throw her around like a doll and my hands grip her little ass so tight my fingers burn.

I’m greedy, even as I take her pleasure, pulling her in when her breath catches in that way that tells me she’s about to come.

“Let it go, sweetheart,” I whisper, dragging her face against my shoulder. “Bite me if you’re worried about being too loud.”

Goddamn, does she ever.

And she comes her ever living soul out with her teeth in my skin, growling her release.

I’m in deep fucking trouble now, and I don’t just mean the explosive heat rampaging up my spine from my balls.

I’m going to wear her bruises on my shoulder like a badge of honor for the next week, and possibly forever in my mind.

I’ll always remember how sweetly Destiny Lancaster comes for me until I draw my last breath.

There’s no stopping the frantic tempo, the grinding, even when she’s through the fiercest part of her release.

Then it’s my turn and I can’t hold back.

With a vicious sound, I fling her up and down on my cock, striking hard and deep and burying myself inside her until I erupt.

Fuck!

So much come rushes out of me I wonder if I’ve sprouted a third testicle.

I’ve never, ever filled a woman the way I empty inside her—and she’s only the second I’ve ever had without a condom.

I don’t fuck random bedmates without serious protection, and I damned sure don’t brand them from the inside out like it’s all I live for, like Iwantto knock this woman up.

Perish the thought.

The orgasm must’ve melted my brain.

Still, I’m hard and twitching inside her when I come down from the high, my chest heaving as I listen to her panting.

“Holy shit. Shepherd, holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

I hold her, letting my lips work hers, slowly and tenderly devouring her.

I never knew more than my cock could be so needy with a woman, but here we are.

She’s a little mind reader, and she knows how I want it now.

Languidly.

Savoring every inch of her, feasting on her tits and pussy like a three-hour dinner. And she’s right there with me, teasing me, her eyes lit every time I suck a nipple into my mouth.

It’s so fuck-hot it’s irrational.

If it wasn’t for another twig poking my spine, two inches from crawling up my ass, I’d be right there with her.

“Hang on,” I say, taking hold and losing the damn stick.

She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck, her face pressed against me.

I lie back down, and she joins me in so much skin on sweltering skin.

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