Page 164 of The Sinner's Bargain

I shook my head, saying nothing as he held me steady and thrust up with his hips.

The space between my thighs throbbed at the thought of being on top when he did that. We hadn’t done it that way, but I was certain it was possible.

Abandoning the thing I’d specifically asked for, I crawled on top, hugging his sides between my knees and hovering over his gorgeous appendage.

“Can you...?”

“Fuck you like this?”

At my nod, his smirk widened. His hands fisted my hips, and he slammed up, filling me with such unhampered violence I gasped and nearly pitched forward. My nails sank into the hard muscles of his stomach as sparks erupted across the back of my eyelids.

He jerked out with equal force only to stab up again.

“Thoran!”

He pulled me down with every upward pump, slamming himself to the hilt until I couldn’t breathe. Sweat layered across my skin and fire lapped up my core, twisting up my body like barbed wire.

“Get up on your feet,” he said.

I started to when a thought occurred to me. Sliding off him, I scrambled to the end table and rummaged inside for a foiled packet. I hurried back and held it to him.

His eyes, bright with the morning sun never wavered off me as he tore it open and slid it down, sheathing himself.

“I have a secret to tell you,” he murmured darkly as he guided me over him. He placed my feet on either sides of his hips, putting me in a squatting position over the dick he lifted to align with my opening.

“What?” I breathed, barely focusing on his words when I was mesmerized by the view of him gliding up inside me.

In that position, I could see everything. It was all lewdly on display. My clit protruded from between smooth lips. Wet. Swollen. Sensitive, begging to be touched. Sucked. His erection a force vanishing inside my eager body.

“Should I wait until after I finish fucking you?” he taunted. “You seem distracted.”

“No ... no, I’m listening. Tell me,” I moaned, nails digging into his chest as the friction, the view had me meeting the hard thrust when downward rolls of my hips.

It hurt slightly.

The depth was deeper, but the way he filled me, the pressure...

Thoran extracted my nails from the gashes I was creating in his skin and laced his fingers through mine, mashing our palms together and giving me leverage that had my head falling back and a sound even I didn’t recognize leaving my throat.

“God, Thoran.” My hair slapped against my back as we found our rhythm and raced the other to the ledge. “It’s like riding a horse,” I blurted out loud.

“Rode a lot of horses?” he teased.

I shook my head, sending strands of hair flying around my face. Sticking to my damp brow and temples. “Twice. When I was twelve. Mother wanted to impress one of Father’s colleagues. He owned a ranch with the most ... the most beautiful...” I trailed off as my hips discovered the art of taking him to the hilt and rubbing my clit into his base. “Oh! This ... this is nice,” I panted.

But my thighs were beginning to ache, unaccustomed to the labor. They trembled as I struggled to keep the momentum. Sweat coated my skin with the effort and I knew I wouldn’t last.

My frustration must have shown on my face because Thoran sat up. His arms hooked around me and I settled into his lap with him still nestled inside.

“Try this,” he encouraged softly, big hands cupping my backside and rocking me back and forth instead of up and down.

“That’s also nice,” I whispered into his mouth as I started to wrap my legs around him.

“No,” he said, and kept my knees up around his ribs. “Let me.”

I did. I let him move me back and forth, grinding my clit against him with every rock and rebuilding the momentum I’d lost.

“Tell me your horse story,” he pressed, licking the seam of my bottom lip.

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