Page 40 of Rugged Fox

"No," she cried. "I was so damn close.”

I kept one hand on her back, so she couldn't move, as I rose up and leaned over her to whisper, "I know you were, but I want the first time you come to be on my cock."

I took my dick out and wrapped it in a condom within record time.

I didn't bother to take things slow, didn't give Kati time to adjust to my size. I slammed into her wet heat and treasured the whimper that fell from her lips.

She was still sensitive from my mouth, so I was gifted with her first orgasm in seconds. And damn, what a gift it was. The way her body arched and her head fell back so that her long locks cascaded across my fingers was magical. The only bad part about this position was not being able to see her face.

The next time I fucked her, I would be sure to look in her eyes as I claimed her orgasm.

I pounded into her relentlessly while my hands gripped her waist. I took out every sexual frustration she had caused since the moment we met. And like the good girl she was, Kati took it, pushing her ass back into me. She met me thrust for thrust.

"I want a second one, sweetheart. I want to be the one holding you up when your legs collapse beneath you."

"I'm so damn close … I just need a little more."

I had a good idea of what my girl needed. Scooping up her curls, I wrapped them around my fist and tugged so that I could meet her eyes. My other hand slipped around and honed in on her clit. One flick was all it took and Kati was shattering beneath me. I followed her over the cliff in the most explosive and longest orgasm of my life. Strings of cum filled the condom to the brink.

I could feel Kati give me her full weight and a soft chuckle bubbled out of my lips.

"It's not polite to gloat,” she mumbled slowly, forcing the words out. It might not be polite to gloat but it sure felt good knowing I was the one to bring her to that state.

"Come on. Let's move the rest of this evening into my bed. I need to get rid of this condom."

Kati didn't bother to answer me. She buried her face into the crook of my neck when I swept her into my arms.

Fortunately, the apartment was small and it was a quick, if not strange, shuffle over to the bed. My pants sat around my knees and it took a serious quad workout to keep them that way until I got Kati onto the bed.

Once I had her stripped down and settled under the covers, I headed to the bathroom. I quickly disposed of the condom and shed my own clothes, then I locked up the apartment and crawled into the bed with her.

I scooped her back so that she was spooned into me before I spoke. "You tired, sweetheart?"

Kati shook her head. "Nope, just gearing up for round two."

It was a good thing she felt that way because once would never be enough. My cock was already getting hard just touching her.

I played with her curls and skimmed my fingers along her thighs. And when she was worked up enough, I slipped inside her once again thinking how I never wanted to be anywhere else.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Kati

What in the world is that screeching noise?

"Make it stop." I grabbed a pillow and covered my ears in hopes of drowning out the obnoxious wailing but nothing helped. The sound simply got louder.

"Hello?"

Easton’s voice. Then it hit me. I wasn't in my own bed, or even my own house. I threw the pillow off me and snapped up to a sitting position. It was the early morning. I’d lost track of how many times Easton had made love to me since crawling into bed. Considering we didn't actually fall asleep until after two, and it felt like I was only asleep for a few minutes—one hour tops—a middle-of-the-night phone call wasn't good.

"We're on our way."

I was scrambling out of the bed before Easton finished his sentence to whoever was on the other end of the line.

Where the hell is my dress? Forget the dress. Where’s the bag I packed?

I echoed my thoughts out loud. It wasn't like Easton's apartment was all that big. I could stand in the middle of the room and see almost every corner. But my bag was nowhere in sight. Then I remembered. The run from his truck.