Page 52 of Cruel Expectations

Her insides lurched with want. She bent one leg and tore off her cowgirl boot, tossing it to the floor with a small thump before she went for the other.

Abandoning his fly, Hunter raised his hands to the buttons of his shirt. Each one he popped left her feeling more hot and bothered. As soon as she spotted the line of tanned, chiseled skin running to the love trail of hair leading down into the waist of his jeans, her breaths came faster.

She shoved her jeans down her hips. When she made a move to lift the hem of the jersey she wore, his gravelly voice raked over her senses.

“Leave the shirt on.”

Oh god. Her pussy squeezed with fresh want. She cast aside her jeans and wiggled out of her panties.

His stare snagged on her bare thighs. Slowly, she parted her legs to give him a better view.

With a snarl, he ripped off the rest of his clothes and crawled between her thighs. Holding her stare, he caught her knees and yanked her hips off the bed, lifting her pussy to his hard cock.

Probing at her soaked folds with the swollen head, he gazed down at her, a tendon in the crease of his jaw flickering with the effort to hold back.

“I need this. You. Take me!” she cried out.

He threw one of her legs over his bulging shoulder…and slid balls-deep in one smooth glide.

“Oh my god!” She curled her fingers into his muscled back and rocked her hips upward to meet his thrust.

He froze. The pulse in his neck hammered.

“Ivy.” His fingers flexed on her hips. “Fuck!”

She lost herself in the glittering depths of his steely gray eyes. When he slowly withdrew his cock through her clenching walls and slammed home again, she couldn’t restrain the cry bursting from her lips.

He churned his hips faster, grinding the head of his cock deep against her G-spot. Her pussy drenched him. Her insides pulsated. Panting breaths coming faster and faster, she rolled her body against his, urging him on.

Pounding into her in a wild rhythm that would either incinerate them both or send them floating in the clouds of bliss, he took total control.

Her body rocked with every thrust. “Kiss me!”

He hovered over her. For long seconds, he held back. Then his eyes hooded, and he closed the gap between their mouths, taking control of the kiss too.

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Ivy curled her body around him and it fit him like a goddamn glove. Like she was made for him.

He broke the kiss and rolled with her. She sucked in a gasp as he settled her on top of him.

She fell still, eyes wide and her lips parted. “You’re…so…” She tested out a roll of her hips. “Deep.”

His eyes almost rolled back in his head at her sexy comment and the sexier way she began to ride him. Her toned thighs tightened. The jersey slipped lower on one shoulder, giving him a peek at the top of her breast.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. Desirable. Smart.

And harboring a secret about her father’s activities if he had to guess. But he’d get to the bottom of that after he gave her a screaming orgasm.

Latching on to her hips, he guided her upward on her knees. She slid up the length of his cock until only the mushroomed tip was inside her slick heat.

Then she dropped slowly, taking him to the root.

They shared a groan. Her head dropped forward, thick waves of hair brushing against his chest. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her beautiful face—or stop fucking her if he tried.

She took him over and over again. Each stroke made him harder. When he realized how damn close he was to losing his grip on control, he pressed the pad of his thumb over her clit.

With a cry, she tossed her head back. He lost it, thrusting his cock inside her while strumming her hard clit again and again.

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