Page 23 of Savage Secrets

Opal sucked in a sharp breath that reminded him they were supposed to be quiet. But once he was inside her, he didn’t know how he’d ever follow that rule. He still felt the tight vise of her pussy around his fingers and could only imagine how good it was going to feel on his cock.

Throwing out his senses, he tried to detect any noises coming from other parts of the house and heard nothing.

“Get that condom open!” Opal’s urgent murmur had a grin spreading over his face.

With all the desire building inside him about to reach volcanic proportions, he tore into the packet. Rolling it over his stiff length damn near ended everything, but he gritted his teeth and managed to hold it together.

His gaze locked on Opal’s, and she threw herself into his arms. He slammed his mouth across hers, swallowing every sound she might make as he settled between her thighs.

She wrapped those gorgeous, strong legs around his middle…and he slid home.

Rearing his head back, he squeezed his eyes shut on the incredible sensation of being inside her. She wrapped her arms around him, drawing his mouth back to hers.

Her soft kiss set his body in motion. In a smooth glide, he withdrew—and thrust deep again.

They fit. Holy fuck did they. His balls pulsated with a threat to blow too soon. Forcing himself to take the heat level down a notch, he spent a long minute plundering her mouth while moving with extremely slow rocks of his hips.

She took him again and again. With her teeth set on his bottom lip, she gave a little tug that raised a groan to his lips.

As he plunged inside her again, he palmed her breast. The point shriveled against his touch even as her insides clutched at him.

The dark curl of heat at the base of his spine was a warning that if he didn’t make her come soon, he would end their encounter in the most embarrassing way.

He fucked her harder—faster. She gasped out, digging her heels into his back to bring him even deeper.

“You’re so wet, darlin’. So damn tight.” He churned his hips. His orgasm hovered right on the edge.

She bucked into his thrusts. A low, sexy moan burst past her lips just as liquid heat flooded him, along with a rhythmic pulse.

“Kiss me!”

He claimed her mouth—and her cries—as her release struck. His was barely a beat behind. Long streams of cum burst out of him in spurts. He let her shudders echo in his body too.

For endless heartbeats, he drifted in bliss. When he slowed the kiss, she uttered another tiny moan.

Lifting his head, he stared down into her eyes. The dark chocolate depths glittered…and his heart gave a hard squeeze.

Time to pull back.

Staying away was going to be so damn hard.

Chapter Seven

The smell of cinnamon wafted through the kitchen before the knock ever came on the frame of the old screen door. Opal looked up, hammer in hand.

When she spotted the familiar face, she scrambled to her feet. “Kirsten!”

“Opal!” She yanked open the screen and rushed inside with her little girl right behind.

Rainie saw Paige and crowed in delight. “Come play!”

“Okay!”

“Take off your boots first. Momma says so. We can play dolls!”

Paige plopped down on her backside and yanked off her boots. One of her socks hung off her foot, but she didn’t care as she ran off with Rainie to her bedroom.

Opal blinked. “Well, that was a quick reunion. My turn for a hug!” She realized she was still holding the hammer and set it down on the nearest surface to throw her arms around her friend.

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