Page 31 of Not a Perfect Save

I sheathmyself and push into Ella with a groan. “So. Fucking. Tight.” I press my forehead against hers and grit my teeth, forcing myself to hold still. She’s soft and slick around my cock, enveloping me so snugly that I’m almost reluctant to pull out, even though I know it will only get better. I want to prolong this sensation, this moment. I inhale one lungful of her scent, and then another, savoring her. But Ella has other ideas.

“More.” She wiggles against me.

I huff out a laugh. This woman. “As you wish.”

This time, she just gives me a sly grin as I draw back. We buck our hips at the same time, coming together with explosive force. Her lids flutter shut and a long moan leaves her. For a second I’m concerned, about to withdraw, but almost as if she can sense it, she locks her legs around my waist. “Harder. Oh god, Connor. Do that again.”

Who am I to deny her?

I groan as I comply, thrusting in hard, again and again, to the cues of her accompanying gasps. Her hands come to my hair and pull tight.

Jade eyes, feverish with desire, lock on mine, and her lips part. I can’t help it, I have to take her mouth, so hungry for more of her taste.

She kisses me back as if she’s just as starved. Our tongues mate, slick and wet, until I am filled with her taste. My lips move to her jaw, her neck. My teeth graze her bare shoulder before finding her breast. I press a soft kiss against the tip and she inhales sharply. I flick her nipple with my tongue over and again, before I suck at her, hard.

She arches tight against me, squeezing my cock tight, moaning. Whatever little command I have on myself snaps.

I pound into her, greedy now I don’t know how much longer I can hold on, my supposed infinite self-control is shot. Thankfully she lets out a low moan and I feel her clench around me, my cue to finally abandon my self-control as I thrust in once, and again before finally letting go. My vision goes white as I come, hard and hot.

I’m on my back,blood pounding in my ears as I try to slow my ragged breaths. That may have been the best sex of my life. I turn to Ella, almost not sure if she’s real, if she’s here.

She looks at me, also panting, wearing what I think is a twin expression to mine, as if she’s just as shocked as I am. Her eyes are huge in her face.

“You are a man of many talents, Connor Hall.”

I give a crack of laughter. What else does one say to that but, “You haven’t seen anything yet, Ella Dixon.”

If only she knew how I thought I was going to jump out of my skin and devour her when I was teasing her earlier. Had she looked closer, she’d have seen that I’d had my fists balled tight in an effort not to reach out and take what I wanted.

Her smile fades and she takes her swollen bottom lip between her teeth for a moment. “But don’t worry I’m under no illusions that this is anything more than—” she waves her hand between our bodies, still tangled in the sheets, “—this.”

My first instinct is to argue, but I hold my tongue.

“This?” I keep my voice casual.

“Sex.”

Damned good sex.I smirk. I’m about to tell her exactly how good, but my mouth snaps shut when she tacks on, “But I know it’s temporary.”

“Is it?” I say slowly. Deranged. Abso-fucking-lutely deranged.

“It is.” There’s no room for argument in her tone.

I reach over, I need some kind of physical connection to her if we are going to continue this asinine conversation.

“You aren’t my type. I’m not yours,” she says.

“Who says?” I ask, nudging against her.

“Connor…”

“So what are you proposing, exactly?” I ask.

“Maybe we can keep doing this…temporarily. A fling.”

Not quite what I had in mind when I told her I liked her. I’m about to protest. But her eyes are already traversing my body, and my cock stirs under her heavy-lidded gaze. And then she’s reaching for me again.

There are worse things than being Ella Dixon’s go-to for food and sex. All I need to do is work my way up her hierarchy of needs.

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