Page 90 of Double Bucked

I kick her legs apart. She gasps. Her bare, pink cunt is swollen, and it glistens for me.

“Pot calling the kettle wet,” I tell her.

Her cheeks go red, but her thighs part a little wider.

I snap my briefs off my legs. I relieve the tight ache in my groin by wrapping my hand around my erection and giving it a squeeze.

Claire would never beg for me. But she doesn’t have to.

Her body does all the begging.

She bites her lip. Her throat bobs as she swallows hard.

“This is what you want?” I ask. I stroke it. Slowly.

Her mouth parts. “Yes.”

I lower myself to meet her body. Her hips arch. I drive my cock into Claire. She chokes on a gasp, and when her eyes meet mine, there’s a flash of surprise in them.

I know: she’s remembering.

She remembers now what it’s like to be claimed by Riley Ransom.

She remembers how much she loved it.

How much she loves it.

Engulfed in her tight heat, I’m already up against my edge, but I’m going to hold on to this feeling as long as I can.

She’s going to remember how good it feels to be in love with me.

“Look at me,” I tell her.

Her bright eyes lock on mine as I hook her knee in the crook of my arm and push in all the way so our hips kiss.

Her gasp is shuddery.

Those pretty little hands turn into fists, splay open, and fist again. Wanting to touch, clenching nothing but air.

Those eyes close. That’s when I see it. A wet streak slides down from the edge of her eye to her ear.

“Bear? You with me?”

“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Fill me. I want to feel it inside.”

I slip my hand into her bound fingers. She grips me back, entwining her fingers with mine.

Something switches in me.

Our palms together, I feel the energy of her. We connect, entwining together. Body and soul. “I’m here,” I tell her. “I’m right here.” I kiss her. I taste the heat of her. The warmth of her. Those soft, small whimpers.

I pull our bodies together. Riding her. Driving deep. Over and over, until she’s trembling. She breaks our kiss to throw her head back and gives the smallest, tiniest whine as her body clenches around me…

Pleasure floods through me and into her. I moan and I fill her, torrents of want. Her hips roll upward, encouraging, riding every wave of it until I’ve got nothing left.

There’s nothing of me that’s not hers.

We collapse together on the floor. We pant, catching our breath.

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