Page 45 of Easton’s Claim

She didn’t answer, didn’t stop, too caught up in what she was doing. The sight of him so hard for her made her feel powerful and desired, swelled her heart with love. Bending toward his lap, she paused to nuzzle the muscles in his abdomen, felt them contract beneath her cheek an instant before she rubbed her lips over the engorged crown of his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, his hips lifting in an almost helpless motion when she ran her tongue around him.

Her heart galloped, the need to pleasure him taking over. Parting her lips, she took him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around him, tasting his sharp, salty flavor.

“Oh God, sweetness…” His voice trailed off into a throaty growl that stirred her up even more.

The velvet rasp of his voice, the raw enjoyment in it, turned her on even more. She worked him slow and firm, learning what he liked, taking as much of him as she could without gagging. His thigh muscles twitched beneath her free hand and his breathing turned erratic.

Her own body responded in kind, breasts swelling, nipples tightening and that empty ache building between her thighs. The only sounds in the truck cab were his rough groans and the wet sounds of her mouth as she sucked him.

He cradled the back of her head with his free hand and released her hair, smoothing his hand down her back and over her upturned bottom. Grabbing the frilly hem of her dress, he eased it up to her hips then slid his hand along her sensitized skin, skimming the curve of her rear and the back of her thigh before trailing up the inside to brush over the front of her panties. She gasped and rocked into his touch, her entire body on fire.

Pulsing all over, she pulled her mouth free and clambered over the console to straddle him. His arms clamped around her ribs and hips, holding her flush against him as she sought his mouth. She kissed him with every bit of pent up passion she’d lived with these past few lonely years, rubbed her body along his, making the ache between her thighs worse.

“Please say you have a condom,” she breathed against his lips.

“Yeah,” he managed. He released her ribs and raised his hips enough to fish out his wallet, but the pressure of his erection against her aching core made her whimper.

She snatched it from him, tore it open and leaned back to smooth it down the length of his erection. He reached beneath her dress and grabbed the edge of her panties, ripping them with one savage yank.

She stared at him in surprise for a moment, then let out a laugh and went back for more of his mouth, tasting and teasing him with her tongue. She didn’t give him the chance to do anything else, just gripped his shoulders and shifted on her knees to rub her slick folds against the hot length of his cock. Easton’s eyes were heavy-lidded as he watched her, his hands settling on her waist, fingers squeezing deep.

The friction felt so good, but she wanted more, wanted to ride him and stare at his face while he came apart for her. She slid up, her thigh muscles quivering as she slowly lowered herself onto him. The heat and pressure made her gasp. Her eyes fluttered shut as the thickness of him penetrated, stretching her, stroking all those secret, deliciously tingling nerve endings.

Ohhhh…She bit her lip at the delectable fullness.

A low, rough growl reverberated in his chest. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her, his jaw tense and nostrils flared, his velvet-brown eyes almost black with hunger. His arms contracted around her, holding her tighter.Tighter. As though he couldn’t get close enough.

Pure feminine power rippled through her, blending with the tendrils of pleasure coiling deep in her abdomen. She felt beautiful, strong and sexy as she began to ride him. It had been so long since she’d felt that way, and Easton certainly was helping restore her confidence. This man owned her already, body and heart.

He hissed in a breath and closed his eyes, sensual agony stamped on every feature as his head fell back against the headrest. “Oh, Jesus, Piper…”

She loved that he needed her so much, that she was making him feel so good. “I want to watch you,” she whispered back, fascinated, hungry for more. “I want to watch you when I make you come.”

He shuddered, his hands squeezing her waist. He was so damn gorgeous like this, allowing her to take control, and the feel of him inside her made her want to purr in satisfaction.

She rode him a little faster, her eager gaze devouring every detail of his reaction. The tightening of his facial muscles, the way his throat worked as he swallowed. Every slick, hot glide stoked the fire inside her and soon she couldn’t stand it. She slipped a hand between her legs and stroked the taut bundle of nerves begging for touch.

A look of raw hunger came over his face and he released her waist to undo the halter tie at the back of her neck. She arched her back as the fabric fell away and his hands pulled the cups of her bra down to expose her aching breasts.

On a groan of pure need, he leaned forward to take one nipple into his mouth and the sudden lash of pleasure made her cry out. Her entire body tightened. She grabbed the back of his head and kept stroking herself as she slid up and down the hot, hard length of his cock. He sucked at her, his tongue like warm velvet as he stroked her captive flesh.

The heat and tension rose sharply, shocking her with the sudden intensity. Within a minute her legs were shaking, her inner walls contracting as her orgasm loomed. Her moans filled the cab as it hit, mixing with his deeper groan, his hands holding her steady.

Gasping for breath as she opened her eyes, she pulled her hand from between her thighs and gripped his shoulders for balance. His face was tight, his entire body rigid with unrelieved tension. A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead. He was still hot and hard inside her.

Realization hit. She’d wanted to watch him and he’d held back to make sure she could. Tenderness flooded her.

Moving slower now, she pumped her hips and took his face between her hands, all her focus on him. After one slow, erotic kiss that had him moaning into her mouth, she eased back and watched his face as she took him to heaven.

Easton leaned his head back, jaw clenched as he stared directly into her eyes. His breathing was erratic, the pulse in his throat going crazy as she rode him with slow, lazy strokes. She’d imagined doing this to him so many times, and finally being able to make fantasy reality was so much better than she’d expected.

She knew the moment he reached the point of no return. His eyes went hazy an instant before they slammed shut and he swelled impossibly thicker inside her. Those delectable lips parted and a long, ragged groan ripped free, his hands biting into her hips as he drove up into her and shuddered with his release.

I love you.The words were right there, right on the tip of her tongue. She bit them back. She wouldnotsay them while she still intended to move away. But at least she’d shown him.

With a deep, contented sigh a few minutes later he opened his eyes and looked at her, his breathing still a little ragged. “That was so fucking hot.”

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