Page 25 of Thornhill Road

Then he took me hard and fast.

I moaned, reaching over my head for anything I could grab hold of. I caught a fistful of sheets just as the promise of another orgasm began to bloom inside of me.

“Oh,god,” I cried.

I felt wild with desire, unable to control my body in the slightest.

Then I was coming. Again. Just like that.

Mustang stilled inside of me, my sex constricting repeatedly around his length.

That's when I heard it.

He was laughing.

I righted my head and frowned in confusion.

Breathless, I asked, “Are you—are you laughing at me?”

He let go of my legs and lowered himself until he was propped on his forearms, resting on either side of me. Still smiling, he shook his head and muttered, “Enjoyin’ the ride, sugar.”

Then he kissed me.

Deep and wet.

I circled my arms around his neck, burying my fingers in his hair, luxuriating in his kiss—him still inside of me.

The thought of more of him had me rolling my hips up, and he grunted before he broke our kiss, gently tugging my bottom lip between his teeth.

“Meet me in the middle of the bed, baby. Bra off,” he told me before he stood.

I obeyed, first unhooking my bra and discarding it before I crawled on my backside to the middle of the bed, not interested in a scenario where I lost sight of him. I watched as he removed his boots so he could rid himself of the rest of his clothing.

Once he was completely naked, I gaped at him.

He’d been inside of me thirty seconds ago, and I couldn’t believe I’d hadall of that.

Better yet—he wasn’t done.

He met me in the middle of the bed.

He was on his knees when he reached for my hips and yanked my lower body up off the bed. He slid inside of me, then guided my legs around his hips before grazing his hands down my sides, until he had me at my waist.

As he began to thrust in and out of me, his eyes locked in on our connection.

Somehow—remarkably—that turned me on even more.

Like the first time, he took me hard and fast.

Unlike the first time, I got to enjoy it for a while longer.

I didn’t normally come three times during a single round of sex, but something told me Mustang was a different breed of man, and he was going to get me there. I was still high from the thrill of our ride, and I felt ultra-sensitiveeverywhere.

When he moved to press his thumb against my swollen clit, I started to lose control again.

He rubbed in firm circles, thrusting inside of me faster, making me crazy.

“Almost there, Tess. You’re gonna come again—so you best get to it.”

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