Page 162 of In Spades

He hooked his finger in the thin strip of lace that dipped between my cheeks and tugged. Heat and desire blazed down my legs as the fabric pulled against my most sensitive parts.

Will did not relent.

He pulled harder, making the thong bite and pinch my skin. It was a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. My jeans strained as they bound my knees together.

A sharp and sudden snap echoed through the empty house as he tore my thong in half. He dragged it through my wetness before tossing it aside. I groaned in ecstasy, arching my back and pushing my ass higher in the air.

For a moment, the faint sound of his zipper lowering and the tear of foil were all I heard. Will sheathed himself, pressing the head of his cock against my entrance.

He held my hips and, in one quick thrust, I was whole.

I groaned, my hands biting into the wood floor as he fucked me fast and hard right there in the foyer of his house. It was dirty and depraved. Nothing but grunts and moans filled the silence.

He slowly pulled his cock out of my pussy before driving it back in.

I yelped as my knees buckled, my breasts swinging in the dead space, desperate to be touched.

Will reached between us, massaging my clit from side to side as he fucked me.

I had never been wanted like this. I had never been so desired that we didn’t even make it to a bed before he had his way with me. I never wanted to go back to the way things were before this moment in time.

“Are you ready to come, sweetheart?” he asked in a gravelly timbre.

I wasn’t quite there, but before I got the words out, he leaned back on his haunches and drove in hard and fast. My walls pulsed as he hit that magical spot, and I was ready to shatter.

“Yes,” I begged. “Please—please make me come.”

He pressed his fingers flat against my clit, forcing me to ride against them with each punishing thrust of his cock.

I cried out into the dark house as my vision tunneled. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire. I smacked the floor with my palm as my orgasm rushed in, breaking like rapids, over and over. Spinning my senses like a tilt-a-whirl.

Will’s release pulsed into the condom as he held himself deep inside of me. I collapsed onto the floor, my heart pounding.

I was spent. Used in all the best ways. My knees would have bruises in the morning from fucking on the floor, but I didn’t care in the slightest. I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.

I hoped we would do it again in a heartbeat.

He pulled out of my pussy and dealt with the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the little trash can under the entryway table.

I was still catching my breath when he flipped me onto my back and unzipped my boots. First the left, then the right. His cock hung out of his fly, still hard and ready for round two. He pulled my shoes off and set them beside the door.

In seconds, his hands were working my jeans down my legs and off my ankles. He slid his arms underneath me—one behind my back, the other under my knees—and stood.

Before he took a single step, Will kissed me. It was soft and tender, full of everything I had been missing.

It healed the cracks in my heart, fusing every broken piece together.

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WILLIAM

Ididn’t want to let Kristin out of my arms. Not after I fucked her on the floor. Not after I made love to her in my bed.

Not after I ate her pussy before breakfast.

Not after she dropped to her knees and returned the favor in the shower.

Damn, I’d never get enough of her.

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