Page 65 of Fighting for Ella

With those words, his hands gripped the hem of her sweater, and in one smooth move, he tugged it up and over her head, tossing it onto the floor. His own sweater fell next, and then before she knew it, both their jeans and underwear lay at their feet and they were standing before each other completely naked.

“So beautiful,” Miguel murmured as he reached out and tweaked one of her nipples.

“You're pretty handsome yourself,” she whispered back, tracing her fingertips along the ridges of each defined muscle on his sculpted chest and abdomen.

Her hand drifted lower, trailed along the hard length standing ready and at attention. At her soft touch, it jerked andshe smiled, liking the powerful feeling she got from knowing with one little touch she could affect this man so much.

“Nuh-uh, honey, no touching,” Miguel said as his hand circled her wrist, tugging it away so she could no longer stroke his erection. “Not if you don’t want this to be over real quick.”

Even though she’d asked for hard and passionate and not soft and sweet, Miguel somehow managed to give her both as he lifted her, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist as he ground her center into his hard ridge.

Her head fell back on a moan at the contact.

The friction felt amazing, and she could already feel the heat in her veins turn into fire.

“I could get lost in you,” Miguel whispered against her lips.

“I am getting lost in you,” she murmured back.

Another growl rumbled through him and then his hands were on her hips. “Are you wet for me, Ella?”

“Yes,” she said, squirming as he pulled her slightly away from his length, taking away the beautiful friction she got every time she rolled her hips against him.

“So wet, aren't you, honey, so ready for this,” he purred, moving her hips until his tip nudged against her entrance. Even though she tried to shift, to take him deeper, he held firm and chuckled when she mewed a protest.

“Please,” she begged needily.

“Please what, honey?” he teased, moving her hips just a tiny bit closer so another inch slipped inside her.

“Please, I need you, want you inside me. Oh …” she moaned when she was rewarded by a hard thrust that buried him deep inside her. So deep that she knew she would forever feel the remnants of this moment. This moment when nothing else mattered but them, but this, but being there together, sharing something bigger than either of them could name.

“Like this, honey?” he asked as he began to thrust into her.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “So good.”

“Perfection,” he agreed. “Is my girl going to come for me like a good girl?” he asked as one of his hands moved to touch her aching bud while his other kneaded her backside.

Why did those words make her insides flip?

Being called a good girl was a massive turn-on.

“Hmm, honey? You going to come for me?” Miguel asked as the fingers working her bundle of nerves began to press harder and faster.

“Yes,” she gasped as sensations prickled to life inside her.

His mouth closed over one of her breasts, and once again, her head tipped back as the fire inside her licked at every nerve ending, setting them all alight so that when she came it was going to be in a fiery inferno.

Each thrust, each swirl of his tongue, each stroke of his fingers worked her higher until she was sure she was seconds away from combusting.

Then his teeth scraped over her pebbled nipple, and his voice rumbled on the sensitive bud as he gave her an order her body couldn’t refuse.

“Come for me, Ella. Come now. Show me what a good girl you are.”

Just like that he set her on fire.

A powerful orgasm roared through her, scorching her very soul with its power and leaving her a shuddering, shaking mess as she felt Miguel spill his own release inside her.

In one simple moment, he had ruined her for all other men.

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