Page 227 of Bona Fide

She moans in pleasure, and I’m not even halfway inside, remaining as still as I can because once I move, there will be no stopping, and I want to sear some of this to memory because it won’t be a long one.

Peering down at her luscious ass, my fixation demands that I focus. That we’ll only get this one chance and opportunity to fuck the shit out of her tight ass and come inside.

Another inch and Reagan is arching her back to take more of me.

This scene is erotic, something out of a fantasy—one of mine, and it’s as though I don’t live in my body in this moment.

That this is a vivid dream that I’m going to wake up from with a hard dick and a need to jack off immediately afterward.

“You’re going to make me work for it, aren’t you?” she chides, burying me deeper in a slow rocking motion.

“Doing a pretty good job,” I deadpan through a slack jaw. She chuckles off another soft gasp of pleasure.

“Then enjoy the view. I’m going to swallow this cock and ride it until I get off.” A deep, feral growl resonates from my chest before she takes all of me inside her.

For a moment, she pauses, letting herself adjust around me and to probably drive me more insane.

Then she moves, tediously at first before she draws back and thrusts my cock hard inside her.

“Fuck,” I snap. She answers with a mewl, continuing her torturous movements, riding my cock to her own rhythm while my balls start to harden and build up.

“Fuck is right,” she replies. “This dick feels so good.”

“Yeah?” My hands latch on to her hips, her praise feeding into the inner beast that commands I release it. “Are you going to come all over my dick?”

“Yes,” she breathes then looks over her shoulder. “I’m going to finish all over this thick cock. But you’re not going to.”

I perk a brow. “Wanna make a bet?”

“You going to move and fuck me the way you want to?”

My nostrils flare. “You’re pushing it, Shelton.” Her eyes flick into the direction of her ass even though she can’t see it.

“I know. It feels amazing and so full.” Something in me snaps to attention and all logic flees from my brain.

I’m violently thrusting into her, fingers digging into her hips as I make her mine—for the moment. She wants to be fucked so hard she sees stars and shit, I’ll be happy to oblige. If she wants to keep this memory safe for the future, I’ll make sure it’s so good that she comes while just thinking about it.

“Play with your clit,” I demand. “And tell me how wet you are.” She reaches between her legs, keeping her eyes locked on mine. “Show me.”

Her fingers appear a second later, glistening with her dampness, and my mouth waters. Then those fingers disappear behind her lips as she licks herself clean.

“How do you taste?”

She smirks. “Like sin. And I’ll let you have a taste if you—” I hurl my hips into her. She’s done making demands.

“I’ll taste you when I’m done fucking you in the ass. And then, since you decided to sneak inside my corridors, I’m going to take that pretty pussy and imprint myself so deep inside you that no other man is going to reach it.”

She seems to like that answer because she rocks against me. We find a rhythm quickly, our moans mixing together in a symphony that only she and I can make.

I love this woman.

Every smart-ass remark, every inch of her body, how she loves to taunt and tease me and revels in how she always wins.

“Wade,” she gasps. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes, baby,” I encourage, running my fingertips down her spine. “Give me everything.”

Reagan’s moans heighten, then she covers her mouth to keep anyone from hearing them.

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