Page 45 of Fastlander Fighter

He pulled her sneakers off and tossed them, unsnapped her shorts and ripped the zipper down, then pushed the shorts down her thighs until she could flick them off her ankles. He took the panties right with them.

The low rumble of his growl didn’t sound as terrifying as it had when she was younger. Now she knew the animal existed in these moments. The growl didn’t mean he wanted to hurt her. Sometimes the growl meant he was satisfied.

Captain slipped his fingers against her wet folds, and Sloane writhed against his touch. It had been so long. He worked her up smoothly, rubbing her, preparing her, and at last, when she was chanting his name in a pleading whisper, he slid his finger inside of her and dragged her to completion so fast, she murmured an apology.

“Noooooo,” he uttered as he pulled her red bralette over her head and cupped her breasts. “No apologizing here. Not with me. I’m learning your body. You did so good.”

Every word he murmured against her ear was consuming. When he dragged her back against his bare chest, slid two fingers inside of her, and whispered, “I want another one,” she was lost to his control over her body. She gripped the back of his neck and rolled her hips against his touch. His chest felt so warm and powerful against her back as he moved his body with hers. She came again fast, and hard, bucking and crying out as her release racked her body with throbbing pleasure.

“Goooood,” he rumbled in a gritty voice. “Good girl.”

Lungs burning as she drew in breath, she turned in his arms and faced him.

His hooded eyes were bright silver and glowing, and his facial features and canines were sharper. He looked caught between man and bear.

Drunk on what he was doing to her body, she unfastened the snap on his jeans and pulled the zipper down slowly, then pushed his pants down, eyes on his.

Captain lifted his chin higher into the air, and a wicked smile took his lips. “You gonna let me have it?”

“Depends,” she said against his lips as she straddled him.

“Depends on what?”

“If you say please.” She rolled her hips against him, dragging his huge, stone-hard dick against her.

“Mmmmm,” he rumbled. “I don’t beg.”

Sloane kissed his lips and then dragged her kisses to his jawline, then to his throat. “That’s too bad,” she whispered. And then she clamped her teeth onto the skin at his throat. He threw his head back and let off an animalistic sound. “Maybe I’ll just tease you tonight then.”

Oh, her confidence was up there now. She could tell she affected him, and all of her insecurities from Ryan’s treatment had faded away.

Captain stayed docile enough for her until she teased his cock with her slick entrance. Then he tensed and reached up to massage her breasts. “Perhaps you should beg me,” he said low.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you know what my fingers can do. Imagine my cock buried deep inside you.”

Hot. This man was so freaking hot.

“I guess we are at a standstill,” she said, gliding up and down his swollen cock.

He made a helpless sound and rolled his head back, closed his eyes, and gritted out a curse.

“Beg me,” she said, rolling her hips so that the tip of his cock stayed nestled right near her entrance.

“I need it,” he gritted out, tense.

“Say it. Say please.”

She rolled her hips again, hand gripping the back of his neck.

“Sloane! Please!”

She grinned against his lips and whispered, “Good man.” And then she slowly eased over his shaft.

“Fuck!” he yelled, pulling her down onto him. He rolled her over onto her back and drove into her, staying deep as he pulsed. “Give me another one,” he said as he wrapped his hand in the back of her hair and moved his hips against hers.

She cried out and arched against the floor, eyes closed to the world.

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