Page 126 of Crossfire

It felt like heaven, every thrust, the heel of his hand hitting my sensitive bud with each movement. And then…then he curled his fingers to hit that ecstasy spot inside.

Mouth open, I dropped my head back to the headrest, my skin alive with sensation as he moved his lips down my jaw, down my neck, his fingers pumping in and out.

A wave clenched in my lower stomach, building in intensity as he trailed his lips back up to my jugular.

“Grayson,” I moaned.

He growled and nipped the skin on my neck. “I like hearing my name roll off your tongue, Kitten.”

He pumped faster, the ache between my legs so intense, I didn’t think I could take it anymore.

“I want your thighs around my ears,” he said. “I want to taste you and bring you to the edge with my tongue.”

Oh my word.

“Then, I want to bend you over,” he continued.

Pumping. Swirling. Curling, hitting every mark as I rose higher and higher.

“I don’t want to be gentle with you,” he admitted.

“I don’t want you to be either,” I gasped.

The wave, the ache, it was almost…

But suddenly, he pulled his hand out, shifted off of me, and moved his driver’s seat all the way back, pulling his pants down until his massive girth sprang free.

My mouth watered at the sight.

“Take your anger out on me, Kitten.”

He sheathed himself with a condom he’d pulled from his glove compartment, and then he sat there, waiting.

Arrogant ass, assuming I’d have sex with him after what he did.

To his credit, hewasletting me make the decision.

My attention darted around the car quickly.

“Someone could come by at any moment.” I bit my lip.

“Then, you’d better come fast, Kitten.”

The ache between my legs begged me to throw caution to the wind, demanded release, throbbing at the sight of him.

I yanked my pants and underwear off, Grayson’s eyes dilating at the space between my legs as I brought it over him, and lined him up at my entrance.

Slowly, achingly, I sank down onto him.

Inch by delicious inch, I took him in, relishing the exquisite stretch and fullness as he filled me completely.

Grayson groaned, holding my hips as I began to rock them. Angrily. Passionately, bobbing up and down, I rode him with abandon, our bodies meeting in a frenzied rhythm.

Desperate for anchor, I clawed at his shoulders, my nails raking across the fabric of his shirt.

As my mouth fell open, my breaths coming in raspy gasps, Grayson pulled my lips to his and said, “You’re beautiful when you’re angry.”

I nipped at his bottom lip in retaliation, grinding down onto him with renewed fervor. The ache in my core built to a crescendo as his thick shaft plunged into me over and over.

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