Page 19 of The Rebel

“Do you want it again?” When I didn’t receive a response, my gaze taking her in, I said, “I have no problem staying here for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, licking you until you can’t come anymore.”

Her head shook, like she was in awe. “Yes. I want that. But I want you first.”

She hooked her feet under my armpits and attempted to pull me up.

Of course, she couldn’t. I was far too strong and weighed more than she could handle.

But the gesture was adorable.

Before I hovered over her body, I found my pants on the floor and grabbed my wallet from the pocket, taking out one of the condoms I kept in there. I tore off the corner of the metal packet and rolled the latex over my shaft.

“You’re going to break me,” she said as I moved onto the bed.

I placed her on her side and positioned myself behind her, holding her back against my chest.

“I promise that’s not going to happen … unless you want me to.” I chuckled as I wrapped her leg over both of mine, giving me more access to her pussy, and backed her ass up until my tip was poking her entrance. “I give you about three minutes until you’re coming again.”

As I inched my way in, going slow, moving with the wetness, I rubbed her clit.

“Jesus, you’re huge.”

She needed both spots touched. The combination would keep her mind off the invasion because—goddamn it—she was so tight that this had to feel like a lot for her.

That was why I continued to gradually stroke my way in, pausing once I was fully buried so she could get used to me.

“Rowan …” I swallowed, forcing myself to stay still. “You have no idea how good you feel.”

“Show me.”

Only someone ready to be fucking pounded would request something like that.

And just as I was about to confirm, she wrapped her arm around the back of my neck, pulling our faces closer, and begged, “Make me come again.”

The sexiest order I’d ever heard.

I tilted my hips back and ground my way forward, her slickness letting me slip right in. But with each plunge, she became narrower. Her pussy clutched me from the inside.

With her hand now on my ass, squeezing it, like she was urging me to fuck her harder, I caved.

My speed increased.

So did my pressure.

And all that did was earn me moans.

Lots of them.

Loud ones.

Filling my ears and mouth as I turned her head and slammed our lips together.

This woman.

Fuck.

While I fondled her clit, feeling it get harder, knowing her orgasm wasn’t far, I upped the intensity again.

This position was gentle.

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