Page 152 of Golden Atonement

I held her leg over my shoulder with my left hand, but soon moved it to caress my way up her side to her breast. She was lost entirely to sensation now, her breaths coming in sexy littlegasps, her head tossing back so her hair spread across her face and onto the makeshift pillow.

God, I could watch her like this forever.

She was so, so close to her release. I could see the tension in her belly was almost unbearable, thrumming in time with my strokes while my other hand firmly pinched her nipple and my mouth pulled strongly on her clit. And that was all it took as I listened to her scream out my name while her sweet juices filled my mouth.

Breathing hard myself, I raised up on my knees.

She looked devastatingly euphoric, naked except for the blissful look upon her face. Her bare skin glowed in the moonlight, and she had never looked more desirable, eyes closed, head thrown back, her hair sexily tousled, her limbs sprawled in the aftermath of an orgasm.

I abruptly stood up, unbuttoned my shirt and stripped off my jeans. Tossing them aside, I kneeled again between her spread legs and slowly leaned over her until my face was inches from hers, my right hand rubbing the head of my cock up and down her slit, lubricating it.

I placed the head at her entrance and then shoved home, roaring out myself.

Holy fuck, I would never tire of slipping into her sweltering heat.

I craved her. She was everything I wasn’t. She was what I needed. What I desired. Her scorching hot core called to me, beckoning me to ravish her.

I could feel the heat of her pussy suck me deeper into her. Letting everything go, I descended and plunged my tongue into her mouth as my control broke and I started to move inside her, each stroke eliciting a wild gasp from her kiss-swollen mouth. Before I knew it, I was plunging my full length into her, rearing back before each stroke. My only thought was to go harderand deeper, to somehow fuse us into one with the fantastic sensations produced by our lovemaking.

I needed more.

Without breaking the rhythm, I gathered up her sprawled legs and wrapped them around my waist. When she realized what I needed, she helped, pressing her heels into my back, spreading herself wider so I could go even deeper.

My mind was a haze of physical pleasure. I did not know that anything could feel so unbelievably good. Every inch of my body tingled, throbbed, cried out for more of her. Even while her body opened for me and welcomed my thrusts, I wanted more. I wanted her holding me, surrounding me, filling my soul.

I was ultimately out of control now, feasting on her breasts, quenching my burning cock in her honeyed warmth. I pounded into her, her hips rising eagerly to grind against mine, her tiny, strangled moans raising the hairs on the back of my neck while hardening my cock even further. I dragged my lips from her taut, flushed nipple and kissed my way up her neck, little bites timed to match my wild thrusts.

She arched her neck and moaned again, tightening her sheath around me, pulling me right to the brink. I finally kissed her again, plunging my tongue into her welcoming warmth just as my cock erupted, filling her clasping passage with my cum. My sudden change in rhythm pulled her over the edge as well and into another orgasm, this one so strong it made the other ones seem insignificant.

I collapsed, shaking and weak, in her arms.

She lay sprawled and stunned under my weight, still impaled on my hard, pulsing cock. She had turned my world upside down.

I could barely form a coherent thought as desire still raced through me, wanting her again and again.

I would never get my fill of her.

Gasping, she nuzzled my ear. “Max?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Get off me. You’re heavy.”

Breathless laughter erupted from me when I kissed her swollen lips, then rolled next to her, pulling her close to me.

Grabbing the bed sheets, I covered us up and lay there.

With her head on my chest, I had just turned off the light, when a buzzing sound made me groan.

“Whoever it is, tell them to call back later,” she mumbled as I reached over and grabbed my phone.

Tapping the screen, I saw a familiar number.

Connecting the call, I said, “Make it quick, Bayou. I’m kind of busy here.”

“Got a problem, boss.”

“You and Viper don’t get your ass back here fast, you’re gonna have a bigger problem. What the fuck are you two doing anyway. Taking the scenic route?”

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