Page 75 of Kiss and Make Love

He didn’t bother with the lights. The open curtains let in enough moonlight to make out the bed. He stumbled out of his shoes, threw June down on the mattress, and climbed on top of her. Their mouths collided, and he could finally breathe her in again. The kiss was urgent and full of need, and it was seconds before his pants were being unzipped and the waistband of his briefs pushed down.

His cock sprung out, heavy and thick, pre-cum already soaking the tip. June’s hands took him and stroked.

“Fuck, June,” he gritted out from between his teeth. His jaw clenched shut. Her touch was so good, so right. Why didn’t he realize this earlier? June had been hovering around his life for years. How was it only now that his cock had been in her delicate hands?

He pulled back from her and worked off his jeans and underwear. With one skilled movement, he yanked his shirt over his head and discarded it on the floor. June watched, gaze locked on his body. He wasn’t a gym rat, but he took care of himself, and he saw how she appreciated it.

Grabbing her legs, Gabriel pulled her down to the foot of the bed. Her flip-flops were already on the floor, so he reached up with both hands and tugged at her skimpy panties. She arched her back and lifted her hips off the bed, allowing him to slide the fabric off her body.

“Fucking hell, June,” he growled. Her pussy was on full display. Pink, wet, wanting. Primed and ready for him, dripping down her thighs. Something snapped inside of him.

Unable to wait any longer, he grabbed the hem of her sundressand tore up the side seam, ripping it from bottom to top.

“Gabe!” she gasped.

The sound only made him more frenzied, and he discarded the fabric as if it offended him.

Both fully exposed to each other, June grabbed his throbbing cock and wasted no time guiding him between her thighs. She tucked the head of it inside of her.

“Condom?” he asked, not wanting to presume anything.

She shook her head, panting with excitement. “I want you bare. Now.”

If he thought he was in a frenzy before, this was on another level. The need to take her—bare—overcame him. He pushed in as far as he could go, not waiting for her to get used to his considerable size. She was already soaked, and he knew there would be little resistance. The painful stretch of him inside her would be a welcome sensation.

“God, June. You’re so slick,” he grunted as he pumped, lust filling him to the brim.

He wasn’t lying. She was hot and slippery around him, and he filled all of her as she bucked on the bed beneath him.

“I need you,” she moaned, her hands reaching up and grabbing at his shoulders, pulling him against her.

Her bare skin pressed against his in a sweaty mess. Fingernails dug into his skin, and he let out a groan. Never did he think she’d be a little hellcat, but he liked it.

She gripped him and met his deep, unrestrained thrusts. He bit down on her neck, giving it right back to her.

“Gabe!” She called out his name so loudly, he was sure she’d wake the guests next door.

Like he gave a damn. Let them wake up. The whole fucking motel should hear his name on her lips.

She pushed at him, and he pulled back, just enough to look in her eyes.

She licked her lips. “I want to be on top.”

Grabbing her around the waist, he hauled her further up the bed and maneuvered her so she was straddling him. He leaned against the headboard so their bodies could remain close. He didn’t want to have a second where their skin wasn’t hot against each other.

She was grinding on him, lifting and sliding back down the full length of his shaft. Bouncing. She was bouncing on his cock. The movement of her tits was mesmerizing. Fucking hell.

Fingers still digging into his shoulders, she rode him with abandon. The tempo of her hips was urgent and desperate, and he held on tight to help her keep pace. Her mouth met his, and he fucked her with his tongue. He wasn’t normally a vocal guy in bed, but something about her brought it out of him.

“Fucking yes, June,” he moaned into her mouth, fully letting go. Her hips were pumping faster and faster, consuming him with increasing ferocity. She felt so good. She looked so good.

So. Fucking. Good.

“Just like that, sweetheart. You know how to make it feel just right,” he cooed in her ear. His words spurred her on, and she scraped her nails down his chest. The touch was electric, sending sparks of energy across his body. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he flipped her onto her back. As much as he loved to watch her ride him with abandon, he liked to be in charge more.

“Spread your legs. I’m gonna get so fucking deep, you’ll see stars.” Her legs loosened underneath his body, opening wider for him. “That’s it. Good girl. Can you feel how wet you are for me? Every time I slide out of you, your sweet pussy gets wetter. Every time I slide inside of you, your tight cunt squeezes my cock. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking felt.”

Her gaze locked on him. “Tell me I’m a good girl again.”

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