Page 57 of Property of the Hellfire Riders

I thrust into her again and again, her cries of pleasure only spurring me on.

Her hands grip the headboard tighter as she bites her lip, holding back a scream.

“Let go, baby.”

Hips rocking, grinding, her wetness coating us both. I kiss her hard, claiming her mouth as I rock my hips into her, picking up the pace.

“Vance—I’m—I’m?—“

“Good girl. That’s right. Cum.”

“Oh, god!”

I lean my weight on my forearms, feel her tightening around me, convulsing as she orgasms.

Her nails dug into my back and her body quakes beneath me.

“Fuck,” I groan, but before she can recover, I flip her over onto her hands and knees, propping her up.

“I want you to cum again. I’m not done yet.”

I enter her from behind, her wet pussy milking me, my cock pounding into her.

She moans louder, her fingers claw into the sheets, hanging on for some kind of support. She’s so tight and feels so damn good.

I bite her shoulder, wrapping my arm around to stroke between her legs. She bucks against me writhing, so I fuck her hard. Faster.

“Yes, baby. That's it Unravel for me.”

The way she feels is so damn good it's almost enough to make me lose my mind. Almost.

“Vance!”

Her moans vibrate through her chest, against my own. My hand’s greedy between her thighs, stroking her clit as I continue thrusting.

Once. Twice. Thrice.

“There you go, baby,” I growl in her ear.

She shatters against me, her second orgasm rocking through her body, her cries echoing in the room. I still my hips for a moment, letting her ride my length as she needs while her entire body shudders, her orgasm like the only thing that matters, and with her, I let go.

I groan into her ear as I finish, the pleasure so intense that my vision goes white.

Breathing hard, I pull out and flip us over.

The look on her face is priceless. Flustered and dazed. I’d like to think for the moment, we both saw stars.

Her mouth parts as if to say something but she can’t quite get the right words, instead she stretches, shaking her head.

“I don’t want to be done with you,” I murmur, running my hand down her side, “But until we figure out who's leaving you little doll pieces, it’d be best not to hang out here much longer.”

Fuck. I’m not going to hear the end of it from my men about this later. I know it.

“Now get dressed, princess, we’re getting out of here.”

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