Page 92 of Tore Up

That was a burning stretch, yet I’d never felt anything so wonderful.

“Goddamn,” he swore. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, it feels amazing,” I breathed.

“Ah, baby. Don’t make me snap. I’m holding on by a thread.”

I wanted that. Whatever it meant.

Lifting my hips, I bit my bottom lip and stared up at him.

His eyes darkened, and then he began to slide out. When he slammed back into me, I screamed his name.

“That it? Is that what you’re begging for?”

“Yes!”

With a steady rock of his hips, he thrust into me over and over. Our eyes stayed locked together. His topaz gaze darkened as he looked at me as if I was all that mattered in this world. There was no one or nothing else. His name tore from my lips again as my body shuddered and my orgasm rushed through me.

He drove deeper into me, chasing his own pleasure. His shoulders, arms, and even his neck were flexed. I was sure the sight of Bane Cash like this was the most beautiful thing in the world.

“FUCK!” he shouted, and his body jerked.

I had seen his face when he got off before, but never like this. With his eyes unable to look away from me. All the emotion raging through his expression, melting me with its breathtaking ferocity.

He dropped his head to the curve of my neck, and his deep breaths warmed my skin as his racing heart slowed.

“That was …” he said hoarsely. “I’ve never done that.”

Um, I knew for a fact that he’d had sex before. I laughed softly.

He lifted his head, and those eyes stared down at me again. I wanted to keep him here. On top of me like this. I felt safe, protected, wanted. I hadn’t known anything could feel this way.

The corner of his lips tugged up. “Now, what about that was funny?”

Reaching up, I brushed some of his messy hair from his forehead. “You saying you’d never done that before.”

He frowned. “I haven’t.”

I grinned again.

“Halo, I have never had sex face-to-face. I have never looked into a woman’s eyes while I was buried inside her. I’ve never wanted to. But with you, I couldn’t look at anything else.” His voice trailed off with a raspy tone.

It had been special for him too. That hadn’t all been in my head, my wish for it to be more. He had felt it. Not just me.

He started to pull out of me, and I grabbed his biceps.

“Not yet,” I said. “I like this.”

A deep chuckle came from him, and then he pressed a kiss to my lips.

“Let me just get the condom off, pretty girl. I want to hold you close with my cock bare against your perfect, plump ass.”

Okay, yes. When he put it that way …

I released him. The sexy, warm gleam in his eyes as he moved to his knees soaked into my heart. It pounded a little harder. Stretched a little bigger. Wanting to finally let someone in.

Forty

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