Page 79 of The Thought of You

“I’m going to fuck every reason you’ve ever hated me right out of you,” I vow.

The kiss I give her is a punishing one. I kiss her hard until it’s painful, and I surge into her wet, dripping heat until my cock is drenched in Addie Lockhart.

“That’s it, baby.” I thrust into her again, instantly drunk on the way she stretches to take me in full. “Take all of me. Just like that.”

“Yes. God, yes.” Her eyes roll into the back of her head as I slam inside her, rocking into the hilt of her over and over again, until I’m sure the sounds of our slapping bodies can be heard outside.

“This is how you want it, isn’t it?” I grunt. “Deep and hard.”

“It’s so much.” She licks her lips and whimpers, her fingers digging into my ass.

My muscles clench and loosen underneath her grip with every thrust.

“So fucking good, angel.” I slide up and down her body with each movement, her hard nipples raking against my skin.

I’m going to explode. There’s a good damn chance I won’t even survive this.

There’s nothing better after this, anyway. Nothing will ever compare, so I’d go out on top, that’s for sure.

“Ride me.” I flip us over and position Addie on top of me.

She squirms until she straddles me, and it’s a good thing she’s so flexible. With her being so small compared to my large frame, her knees don’t even reach the bed on either side of me.

“You’re so big,” she says, shifting on top of me and digging her knees into my thighs in the process.

“Thanks,” I toss back with a proud smirk. I think my dick grows even harder too, although I didn’t think that’d be possible.

“I’m talking about your build.” Nothing in her airy voice indicates my body size is what she’s referring to.

“I know what you meant.” I wink and grip her hips to help her onto my bobbing cock. It glistens from her wetness.

I adjust my hips on the bed, when I feel the dampness she left behind before we switched positions. She’s fucking soaked.

Dear Jesus, she’s going to kill me.

“Ride me,” I repeat as she finally sinks onto me, swallowing every inch of my cock with ease. “Ride me until you come again. I want to feel you come on me.”

“Oh-kay,” she sputters as she uses my chest for balance, her nails clawing at my skin with desperation.

She goes slow, establishing a steady, easy rhythm, like she’s acquainting herself with my size from this deeper angle. Her eyelids flutter each time her hips meet mine, and I keep my unwavering gaze on her every movement.

The lick of her lips.

The small beads of sweat between her full breasts.

The peek of her mound when she rises.

With each second ticking by, she ruins me more and more.

“Owen…” Her mouth falls into an O like she’s about to say my name again.

I pulse inside her as she works her hips back and forth, slowing down further, and I snap. I need more. Faster. Harder. Everything in between.

“I can’t… It’s too much… I—” She loses her words to a drawn-out moan as she rises off me. Most of her weight settles onto her hands on my chest, instead.

My tip twitches against her thigh, begging for more.

I tighten my hold on her hips, so she doesn’t go far. “You can do better than that, Lockhart.”

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