Page 48 of 4th Degree

And before the first one has even ended, I'm sliding my fingers inside her and driving her to a second orgasm that has her crying out my name.

She's trembling by the time she comes down. She still has a death grip on my hair, and just enough strength to weakly tug on the strands.

“Come up here,” she gasps. “Come here, come here, please…”

I straighten from between her legs, automatically sliding my tongue across my lips to gather every drop of her that I can. Fuck, she’s like an aphrodisiac. I just want more and more and more of her.

When I'm close enough, she fists a hand in my shirt and pulls me down over her. I manage to catch myself with a hand next to her head before I crush her with my weight. She doesn't seem to care, though—she’s too focused on my mouth.

She lets out another sexy-as-sin moan when our lips meet. Licking her juices off my lower lip, she then angles her head to slide her tongue inside against mine. The second I kiss her back, she’s sucking on my tongue and silently begging for more.

“Fuck,” I gasp, completely overwhelmed by the bolt of lust that shoots through me. I’ve never wanted a woman like this. I want Skylar in a carnal, hedonistic way that I didn’t even know was possible.

She whimpers when I bite her bottom lip in anger. Not anger at her, just anger at the universe for making this fucking woman the one that I want this badly.

“I want you,” she breathes against me. “I want you inside me. Please, please, oh God please?—”

I take her mouth again, the sound of her begging too much for me to handle. I’m already scrambling to push my shorts down, so desperate to feel her that my hand is shaking when I finally grip my cock and stroke it. And when she feels my hand between our bodies, my tip just barely brushing along her soaked skin, her desperation spikes. She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me flush against her body.

And I realize there’s no way I can stop this anymore.

I have just enough of my sanity left that I manage to croak out, “I don’t have a condom.”

She’s already pulling at my hips and trying to get me closer. “I don’t care, I’m clean. I need you inside me.”

My tip sinks inside her. “Are you on anything?”

Her eyes spark, head shaking, like I might stop what’s about to happen. “No, no, but—” She whimpers as I push another inch deeper.

“Fuck it, I’ll pull out,” I grit out.

And then I plunge all the way inside her, clapping a hand over her mouth as she screams.

She’s so fucking tight, warm, wet. My eyes roll to the back of my head.

I try to slow down, give her time to adjust, but when she tugs at my hips to move, I drop my head into her neck with a groan and let the last of my sanity go.

I pull back far enough that only my tip is inside her…and then I start to fuck her.

And the harder I fuck her, the more my mouth starts to run.

“Is this what you wanted? To drive me out of my mind until all I can think about is fucking you?” I take her mouth in a filthy kiss. “I’ve been dreaming about how this pussy would feel. I should’ve known I wouldn’t be able to resist.”

She gasps against my mouth, her nails digging into my back. I relish the pinpricks and reach down to hike her legs higher around my ribs.

“Knees up. Let’s see how deep I can get.”

On that first drive, her eyes widen. On the second, she starts to squirm.

Christ, I shouldn’t be fucking her this hard. She’s probably used to slow and sweet.

But I’ve been driven too far, too deep into this hunger.

I slip one hand between us, desperate to see her reach the same level of madness that I have. Pressing my thumb to her clit, I start to move it in circles in the way I discovered she likes.

I lean down so I can take her mouth in another kiss. I can’t get enough, can’t get close enough.

“I hated myself for wanting you,” I say against her lips, my hips never slowing in their movements. “But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to sink inside this tight cunt.”

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