Page 49 of Thornhill Road

My head lulled as he continued to support my neck, and my eyelids fell closed as I got lost in all he was giving me.

Friction had never felt so good.

Not anywhere in the history of the world.

I was sure of this.

When I felt another orgasm coming on, the sound that crawled up my throat was almost guttural.

“Mustang!”

“Fuck, yes, baby. Touch yourself. Come for me.”

I didn’t hesitate. I surrendered myself to his hold and reached for my clit. We both groaned when my sex clamped tightlyaround his length. He pulled out of me, and my core continued to flutter in his absence.

Then I was on my back, Mustang’s lips grazing mine as he panted, “Pretty in pink, and wild like the wind, my Tess.”

I was fairly certain I was delirious and hadn’t heard him correctly, which was why I didn’t read into what he’d said before he completely distracted me with a long, hard, deep, wet kiss.

With that kiss, there was no denying, I was an addict, high on all that was Mustang.

“Shoes off, baby,” he told me when he lifted his mouth from mine. “Meet me in the middle of the bed.”

I took off my shoes as he rid himself of the rest of his clothing, and we met in the middle of my bed.

His body on top of mine, he asked, “You got one more in you, or do you want my dick in your mouth?”

I considered his question for a moment. I’d come twice already, maybe three times—I still wasn’t sure. I couldn’t say whether or not he would be able to make me come again, as I’d never been with a man who could make me come as often and consistently as he could.

But I’d also yet to have his dick in my mouth.

“Mouth,” I told him without second guessing myself.

He rolled onto his back and reached down to remove the condom. When he was bare, he met my gaze and said, “You want my dick, you got it. Give me that pussy.”

Yeah—I definitely made the right call.

I positioned myself appropriately, then sucked while he ate, and it wassublime.

It wasn’t long before I realized Ididhave another one in me. As I drew closer to yet another orgasm, I sucked and stroked his length with all I had, wanting him to come with me. This was why, when he jerked his hips and smacked the side of my ass ashe began to come in my mouth, it pushed me over the edge, and I writhed with my own climax right along with him.

I licked him clean then collapsed onto the bed beside him, more sated than I ever had been in my life.

For a few minutes, neither of us spoke as we worked to catch our breath.

Finally, Mustang propped himself up on his forearms, looked over at me and muttered, “Fuckin’ hell.”

I didn’t know why, but that made me giggle.

My giggle got me a lazy grin, and a zing shot through my belly.

“Between the sheets, baby.”

I nodded, then mustered the energy to move and meet him under the covers. He lay against my pillow, an arm lifted in invitation, and I stretched out along his side, resting my cheek on his chest. As soon as we were settled, he started grazing his knuckles back and forth across my waist, and I sighed contentedly.

“You gonna pass out before I get a chance to recuperate?”

My eyes widened at the possibility of more sex, but the reaction was only temporary, counterbalanced by his gentle, repetitive touch.

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