Page 35 of Addiction

She didn’t even think as she obeyed, rolling forward over his prick before slamming back down over him. His girth stretched her, demanding she accept him, and she groaned at its exquisite insistence.

So fucking good.

“Oh, yes.” She smiled, her breath hitching as his hips drew back as far as the couch would allow and plowed back into her. Again and again, their bodies collided, the sound of their flesh rebounding around the room as she threw back her head and did as he commanded.

“Ride me.” His lids were heavy as he repeated the order. “You feel incredible.”

“Sir.” She pressed against his chest, conscious that the burgeoning ache at her clit was going to erupt if they continued at this pace. “I need to come.”

“Beg me for it, little girl.” His hands squeezed her tender backside. “Plead for permission.”

“Oh, yes.” No directive from anyone had ever electrified her the way that one did. In the past, she would have fought and kicked out at anyone who dared to demand it from her, but now she yearned for it. She wanted to be made to beg, had sought this side of his dominance when she told him of her impending release.

“Sir.” She clenched around his cock, squeezing him with her intimate muscles. “I’m so close. Please, may I come for you?”

Desire flashed in his eyes as her entreaty captivated him. “Beg harder.”

His jaw tightened, and she had the idea that he was holding back from his own climax in order to make her wait. Something about the idea that he, too, was protracting his pleasure pushed her even closer to the precipice.

“Please, sir.” She rode him faster, taking herself right to the brink even before the permission was granted. “I love having you inside me, but I really need to come.”

He leaned closer, his lips crashing into hers. In a heartbeat, his tongue drove into her mouth, imitating the act his dick was so desperate to offer her pussy. She mewled in response, frantic to take everything that he had to offer and unashamed to love every second of his ministrations.

“Okay, little girl.” His voice was husky as he drew away, his rapid breaths conveying how close he also was to coming. “Erupt for me. Do it now.”

It only took a few more collective thrusts to topple her, her clit triggering the detonator that sent energy whipping around every cell of her body. She called out as the orgasm ripped through her, collapsing over him and clinging to his biceps as he continued to plunder her.

She trailed kisses on his chest when his climax followed soon after, gasping as he rammed his erection deep inside her, then resting her face against his soft hair when his body finally sagged against the sofa.

The sense of repletion that washed over her as their bodies entwined was incredible. She barely even registered the fact he’d just come inside her without a condom. It was as though this was where she was supposed to be, there straddling Tucker while the world played out from the window behind him.

The rest of that world meant nothing to her. At that moment, there was only his hard body and exaggerated breaths meeting her soft and sated form. Nothing but their ecstatic union made sense.

***

Tucker

Bennett’s call had propelled them from the forest, but even after he’d dispatched the red-haired goon and started the long trek back to the city, Tucker couldn’t have imagined an outcome as satisfying as this one.

Sitting astride him, Ella clung gently to his body. Her breaths were slow and regular, their cadence assuring him of both her contentment and calm. He lifted one hand to her back, rubbing her skin softly as he pressed a kiss to her crown.

“You’re getting chilly,” he whispered. “We’d better get that robe back over you.”

“I don’t want to move, sir.” She sighed, her lips curling as her gaze rose to meet his. “I’m happy here.”

“Me, too, little girl.” He couldn’t argue with her way of thinking. He adored the growing intimacy between them, but the urge to look after her compelled him to persist. “But I don’t want you getting ill.” He straightened, pushing her body back and snaking his arms around her to steady her. “Let’s get you warm.”

She scowled as her head rose. “Fine.” Her gaze narrowed playfully as he ushered her from his lap and gestured to the robe she’d discarded at his feet. She lowered to collect the robe, pulling the fabric around her as she met his eyes. “Happy?”

“Very.” He arched an eyebrow at her wry tone, shaking his head as he went on. “You’d better watch that tone, though. I’m not sure your sweet backside can cope with much more of my palm.”

“You’re right, sir.” She chuckled. “I’ll be good.”

That was what he wanted to hear.

“Let’s eat something.” He rose to his feet and grasped her hand. “I’m starving. How about you?”

“Definitely.” Her free hand lowered to her belly to prove the point. “Let me guess, sir? You have a full fridge of food here?”