Page 115 of Play Book

“Breathe,” I whisper. I use two fingers now, pinching her clit hard enough to distract her from the pressure in her ass. As she gasps from the unexpected pain, I thrust deep, bottoming out.

We groan at the same time.

“Jesus, you’re tight.” Now I’m the one panting.

This is brutally hot. Sensual. Abso-fucking-lutely perfect.

Just like her.

“Fuck me, Canyon,” she whispers. “Please.”

So I do.

I just don’t know how long I can hold out.

Every time I bottom out, she whimpers and squeezes and wiggles, taking all of me while simultaneously giving me all of her. I can feel it. Surrender that goes beyond the physical. It’s ethereal. Magical.

I press two fingers inside of her, searching for the spot that will take her where I need her to go, because I’m right on the verge myself.

“Look at me,” I growl.

Her eyes flutter open.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” I grunt, thrusting deep into her ass and curving up my fingers in her pussy. “I need to see you cream on my fingers while I fuck your ass.”

Her mouth opens in a silent cry and then she crashes over the edge.

THIRTY-FOUR

Saylor

Pleasure and pain.

I’ve never been a fan of combining the two.

Until tonight.

Canyon is bigger than anyone I’d done anal with before, so the burn is significant. Until it’s not. Everything blurs into a crazy combination of good, bad, and the best I’ve ever had. I’ve never come so hard, for so long, until I’m certain my soul has left my body and all that’s left is a lifeless carcass.

Except I’m still alive.

And the most amazing man I’ve ever known has collapsed against me.

He’s still inside of me, his cock pulsing against the sensitive nerve endings, and I don’t want it to end.

“You okay, baby?” he whispers, lifting his head to look into my eyes.

“That was…incredible.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“A little. But it was so good too.”

“It’ll hurt less if we do it more often.”

“Mmkay.” I wrap my arms around him. “Do we have to move?”

“Nope.” He’s heavy on top of me, but I like how it feels.

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