Page 139 of One Big Little Secret

There are terrible seconds where I’m afraid I’ll lose control and blow my wad like a virgin.

Thankfully, I’m not that wrecked.Barely.

She already knows to play with herself, the little minx.

She rubs her clit, using her other hand to pinch one nipple as she smiles up at me. She might as well be waving red at a raging bull.

My mouth pushes her hand away and I suck her warm nipple until she gasps through her teeth.

Music.

Goddamn music to my ears.

She’s an entire feast for the senses.

Watching her, hearing her, feeling her pussy squeezing my cock—it’s all one of the slowest, sexiest experiences I’ve ever had as a man. No model I’ve fucked with the money for endless salon treatments ever gave back this chemistry.

And hearing her frantic attempts to keep quiet as she nears her first orgasm is almost enough to push me over the edge repeatedly.

It’s like I have to meditate while I work her body, find my zone so I can own her pleasure.

Breathing raggedly, I touch her face, stroking her cheekbone.

“That’s right, Lady Bug,” I tell her. “Don’t you dare hold back. Show me fireworks. Come for me.”

She bares her teeth, her eyelids flutter, and then—

Gone.

I feel it the instant her climax hits, the way she tightens around me like a vise. Holding my cock still while she pulses feels easier than wrestling a feral wolf.

Fuck, the way her breathing deepens and stalls before she moans loudly into my hand…

The way her pleasure vibrates through my skin, slipping out in messy cries from her open mouth, catches my very last thread of self-control holding back my inner beast.

I snap.

My hips go wild, pounding into her, crashing my way through one raging climax and pulling a second one out of her before the first ever ends.

I can’t stand to silence her anymore.

My hand slips down, catching her by the throat, just enough to feel her pulse raging under my fingers while she comes like a painting, lively and red-faced and undone.

Her pussy clings to my cock, tightening, jerking me off while I thrust.

I’m too far gone to be ashamed that I can’t last any goddamned longer.

My hips lunge, I bury myself balls deep, and erupt.

I finish inside her with a guttural noise that’s more animal than man.

We both spill our souls into the night, screaming and roaring, waking whatever dead are long buried and forgotten in the desert hills.

The cool breeze nips my back against the mingled sweat and water from the pool, but our skin feels molten where it touches.

I’ve officially left the building—hell, the whole fucking planet—until I feel an angel’s touch slowly stroking my face as I try to catch my breath.

“Hey.” She runs her fingers across my face. “Hey, Patton?”

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