Page 88 of Tough Love

“Of course.”

“Good.” His cock nudges my entrance. “Because right now, all I can think about is sinking into you bare.”

I tip my hips up in response. He growls—literally growls, and all I can think is how I want to hear that lust-fuelled sound again.

My hips tip back, my ankles captured in Evan’s hold as he pushes my legs toward my head. I bend my knees, well aware my hamstrings aren’t cut out for this kind of flexibility, and he adjusts his hold to press my knees beside my shoulders.

In this position, all I can see is his face and shoulders, and it irritates the hell out of me that I miss out on the show the rest of his muscular physique is no doubt giving as he leans his legs into the side of the mattress and sinks home.

I forget what the hell I was mad about.

Holy shit.His cock nudges me right on the sweet spot and I see goddamn fireworks. The only sound I can emit to let him know how fucking amazing that feels is some incoherent, garbled groan.

He rumbles an amused sound, and then pulls back to push home again, slow and measured.

“You can’t torture me like that,” I moan, pressing my head back into the bed.

“Why not?” He slides out again, just as slow.

I’ve never wanted a man to rut me like an angry lion in the Serengeti as badly as I do now.

“No more, please.” I rock my hips up, seeking more, but the hold he has my legs in inhibits my movement.

“I promise it’ll be worth it,” he whispers as he slides in again, this time adding a firm thumb to my clit.

I’d give up everything I own in this moment just to get him to fuck me harder.

The torture continues for what feels like forever, although I know it can’t be that long considering I count each stroke, hoping for a pattern so I can predict the hard thrust and push back for added depth.

Nope. No pattern. He continues the slow, leisurely assault until I’m certain I’ll commit murder if he doesn’t give me release, and then stalls.

“What the hell?” I whine, pushing up awkwardly onto my elbows so my head is between my legs.

He sets his lips in a firm line and shakes his head. “So impatient.”

My pussy clenches in response. “So strung out, more—”

I don’t get to finish my complaint before he slams into me hard, knocking the very thought from my head.Oh, my God.

“Again,” I groan.

He doesn’t disappoint. He fucks me hard, his hips bruising, grunts leaving his lips as my bed rocks from the force. And every damn strike hits the money shot.Don’t stop….

I try to hold on, to prolong the feeling, but it’s no use. My cry threatens to break free, and I barely manage to reach out and snag a pillow to stifle my moan as the orgasm rips through me, spiralling out from my centre. He wrenches the pillow away as my cries fade, releasing my legs and reaching for my face. His hand spans my throat, his thumb curling into my mouth. I suck on it, swirling my tongue around the tip as he groans and lets go, jerking his hips into me as his climax takes hold.

Evan collapses over me, his weight making drawing my next breath difficult, but I love it. I wouldn’t have him any other way. My fingers trace patterns through his hair as he hums into my ear, satisfied and content.

“Give me a minute and we’ll do that again, yeah?” he mumbles.

“As though I’d say no.”

My arm is numb, pins and needles spiking when I try to pull it free of Evan’s slumbering form. We must have fallen asleep before either of us could be bothered to move. His breaths are deep and slow, his body a dead weight on my left side.

I shuffle a little to wriggle out from underneath him, cringing when I notice how sticky my inner thighs are.Damn it.I manage to free myself from him without waking the beast, and shuffle to the bathroom, my knees locked together.

I don’t even know what woke me up. Just that it pulled me from my sleep with a start.

Cleaned up and dry, I tiptoe back through to the bedroom and quietly slip out a sleep set from my bedside drawer. Evan doesn’t stir, splayed out over my bed in all his naked glory.I really am one lucky bitch.

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