Page 33 of The Grinder

Her bare breasts were beautiful, the nipples pale pink, and before he knew what he was doing, he leaned forward and put his lips over one, sucking the tip into his mouth and sucking on her.

Her eyes closed and her head fell back on a moan, pushing herself harder against him.

With his fingers still occupied between her legs, he switched to her neglected breast, sucking even harder this time, as if he could make her come from just his mouth on her breasts.

Next time, he’d make that a goal. Right now, he couldn’t wait any longer.

Kissing his way to the center of her chest, he grabbed her knees and spread her wide. Her fingernails dug even deeper into his biceps as he guided his cock to her opening and began to press forward.

Holy fuck. She was tight. And hot. And god damn, he wanted to sink as deep into her as he could before he pulled out and shoved in again.

“Put your legs around my waist, hon. Don’t let go.”

She responded immediately, her legs hooking over his hips, ankles locking behind his back. Her hands lifted to clasp around his neck and she tugged, bringing his mouth back down to hers.

With his cock buried deep inside her, his tongue shot into her mouth, sliding against hers and connecting them on another level.

Mine. She’s mine. Only mine.

The thought didn’t sound like him. He wasn’t that guy, wasn’t an asshole with a Tarzan complex. But this woman made him fucking crazy.

His hips pumped harder even as he tried to slow down, to use a little finesse, not be a rutting bull.

The problem was, she seemed to have no issue. In fact, she seemed to want him to go even faster.

She lifted her hips into his harder on each thrust, pressed her lips tighter to his, and scrambled every last working brain cell in his head.

Intense pleasure flooded his body and his hips swung faster, his cock stiff as iron and so damn sensitive he swore he’d stroke out from it.

Luckily, he didn’t. He managed to hold on for another several minutes until he felt her tighten around him then moan as she came.

Mine.

Groaning, he came, wrapping his arms around her as tight as he could and holding on.

He didn’t think he was letting go anytime soon.

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Her brain still fuzzy from the amazing orgasm Riley had just given her, Aly sucked in air, trying to calm her racing heart.

She wasn’t having much luck.

Holy hell, what’d just happened?

Okay, stupid question. She knew exactly what had happened. She just wasn’t sure she’d be able to process it for a week. Or a month.

What she knew right now was that she didn’t want to move, didn’t want to think. She only wanted to feel.

Riley was huge and heavy, and even though he’d shifted partly to the side, he still managed to cover most of her and take up more than half the couch as well.

She liked that, too. So much so that her brain kept throwing out warning signals but they weren’t making sense because her body was still floating on a high of adrenaline and pleasure.

And every second Riley continued to breathe heavily into her ear, she grew more frantic.

This wasn’t how this was supposed to work. She was supposed to be relaxed, boneless. Floating on a sea of bliss and contentment.

Instead, her brain wouldn’t stop working.

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