Page 155 of Stealth Mission

Shoving the shirt I’m wearing further, up over my head and onto my arms, he sits back and looks down at me.

His gaze is intense. The pulse in his neck is wild.

Then he looks me dead in the eyes.

This is love.

Oh god.

I’m never going to be the same.

He throws off his shirt and rips open his jeans.

Two seconds later he’s naked. Completely.

Some kind of ninja trick is the only way I can explain how he got rid of his cargo pants and boots so fast.

Give this man a gold medal for Olympic undressing.

When he shoves my legs wide with his thighs, I almost levitate off the bed. But a strong, rough hand plants in the center of my chest keeping me from flying away.

My attention snags on his sculpted abs before I let myself look at his jutting erection. Seeing him always makes my throat go dry.

Fisting his cock in his hand, Evan stares at my pussy and makes a toe-curling, growly sound in his chest.

He wasn’t lying. He’s an animal right now. It drives me wild. I’m amazed my ribs contain my heart.

My voice long ago vanished, but I want to tell him how perfect he is.

All of those beautiful muscles in his arms and chest flex when he leans over me. Heat swirls along my nipples, up my neck, makes my mouth open to draw in raspy breaths.

When the crown of his cock brushes my clit, hot and hard. I scream.

He makes a satisfied sound and moves closer.

A hint of a grin appears then vanishes as he rubs that hot wide head against my opening. His breathing speeds as he looks down at the place where the tip of his erection meets my wet, aching pussy.

I roll my hips, dying to feel him deep inside.

The hand on my chest moves to my hair, his fingers curling against my skull, then with an animalistic sound he shoves his gigantic dick past my opening.

My breath rushes out. A deep contraction hits my pussy. I’m already so close and he hasn’t even moved.

He’s not even a quarter the way inside me.

I’m going to shatter…

Soon.

The cords on his neck tighten. His voice is low and rough. “Fuck, I love how tight you are. Made for me, beautiful. Made for loving me.”

Then he drives in deep. His growl grows and darkens. “That’s my girl.”

I forget all about the order to keep my arms above my head. I slam my hands to his thighs, digging my nails in, and hang on desperately as he begins to drive into me. Fucking me with all of his power.

Hard thrusts.

Just where I need them.

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