Page 55 of Wanting a Family Man

“Sure?” He lifted his head and slowly removed his finger, showing her an intense expression that was a tiny bit cruel as he enjoyed how near she was to tipping over the edge.

She nodded.

He stood, his height overwhelming her for a moment until he gathered her against him and kissed her, branding her whole body with his hot skin and his hard thighs and the roam of his hands across her back and ass.

She could have kissed him forever, but she was horny as hell and tried to open his shorts with as much finesse as he’d shown.

“Wait.” He pulled a condom from his pocket, then dropped his shorts and twisted his briefs down and off.

Oh wow. He was head-to-toe gorgeous. She did exactly what he had done to her. She looked and looked, skimming light fingers across his shoulders. She caressed the sharp points of his nipples and followed the line of hair that bisected his abs. She slowly trailed her touch around his erection, avoiding it before drawing a single line up his length.

His cock was a thick thrust of dark, tensile muscle. It leapt in her light touch, and when she fondled his tight balls, he sucked in a coarse breath.

He cupped the back of her head and kissed her so deeply, it was almost a punishment, but the need he conveyed was so intense, she couldn’t help matching him. She clashed her tongue against his and suckled at his bottom lip and ran her hands across his buttocks, then squeezed with urgency.

He swore and backed off enough to tear open the condom with his teeth, then rolled it on.

“How—?” She looked to the log, wondering if she would bend over it.

He picked up his T-shirt and draped it on the moss, then sat again. When he drew her closer, he guided her knees to bracket his thighs.

“Oh.” Her excitement flared as he guided the tip of his cock along her spread folds, then prodded. She let out a longer “Oohhh” as she sank her weight down and his thick cock forged its way into her pussy.

“Okay?”

“My knee hurts.”

He shifted, wide hands keeping a firm grip on her while he lifted her, tilting and guiding each of her legs to dangle behind him. Another small adjustment, and he was deeply seated inside her.

They were eye to eye, nose to nose. Lips to lips. His hands were positively immoral as he fondled her ass and caressed along her crease.

She curled her arms around his neck and they went back to kissing as though they would consume each other, but now that other connection was thrilling and teasing and undeniable.

Each tiny shift was both erotically good, but also not enough. She could only rock her hips a little. She didn’t have enough purchase to really ride him. He helped, though, lifting her and pulsing his hips.

When she tried to push her hand between them, they were too tightly pressed.

“Trystan,” she sobbed. She was so wet, so aroused, she was going to die.

He was such a fucking god, he rasped, “Hang on.”

As she tightened her arms and legs around him, hestood. He had one arm wrapped around her shoulders, the other braced under her ass, clamping her pelvis to his.

In two steps, he had his forearm against the trunk of a tree. He began to fuck her like he meant it.

Thatwas what she needed. Long, deep strokes of friction that set her whole body on fire. Each thrusting return impacted her swollen clit. Her inner muscles contracted and orgasm struck almost immediately, with ruthless power.

She clung to his neck and squeezed her thighs around his undulating waist and made zero effort to hold back her cries of ecstasy.

He thrust harder. Deeper. Once more, then he stayed there, pulsing as though he would imprint himself on her soul. His whole body jerked while his own guttural noises of release filled the air. His arms almost bruised her in the way he crushed her, but that tight grip told her he was as overcome as she was.

He had done what she had asked. He had made her feel so good, she could have wept with joy.

Even as she held on to this fog of sheer bliss, however, melancholy crept in. She wasn’t looking for forever with anyone. She’d been honest about that.

But if she could have held on to this moment forever, she would have.

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