Page 100 of Down & Dirty

I nodded, picking up my rhythm again. The way his brow bent with pained pleasure was almost enough to send me over, the edge of my orgasm teetering before me, coming at me in a rush. I’d never had this feeling before, this explosive chemistry that filled in like a river against a dam. And Cory was about to make it break.

“Just like that,” he ground out, his fingers moving faster against my clit, spinning me into a trembling storm of sensation, all hunger and want and longing.

“I’m . . .” I choked on the words.

“Yes baby,” he murmured, taking my face in his hand and pulling me in for a kiss right as the dam gave way. He kissed me as I shook, as a long cry broke from my throat. His body was tense beneath me, but he never stopped moving, stroking over every desperate, needy part of me. “That’s my girl.”

I was his girl.And I knew it because the sound of those words on his lips warmed through me like coals being stoked by a gentle breeze. I knew it because when I opened my eyes and found his searching mine, I was as open and laid bare as I’d ever been. And none of it scared me.

As my body shuddered, the last of the waves burning through my limbs, I felt him twitch inside me. His cock was still solid stone. But he wasn’t rushing to find his release. He’d been solely focused on mine, and that look in his eye said he’d do it all again for me if I wanted.

“If that’s true,” I whispered, kissing a line across his cheek, my lips to his ear when I finished, “then take what’s yours.”

Cory’s fingers flexed against my skin as I leaned back to look at him. Fire and craving swirled in his eyes and his jaw ticked.

“Hold on.”

Grabbing the side of the tub he shifted onto his knees before pushing up to stand. Water fell off us in sheets, splashing over the rim of the tub and covering the floor. He lifted me higher, wrapping my legs around his waist as I tucked my face into the heat of his skin with a smile.

He crossed the hall into his bedroom in a handful of determined strides, leaving a trail of water in our wake. He wasn’t kidding when he said we were going to make a mess, and I suspected he was about to make good on the rest of that promise.

“I’ve been thinking about how good you’d taste for weeks...” He set me on the bed, his hips nestling against mine, as he gazed down at me with mischief in his eyes. “But after feeling you come on my cock, I think I need this even more...”

He slid himself back inside, my slippery skin welcoming him in like he belonged there. My pussy pulsed, quivering around every hard inch. He’d filled me so completely before, the nip of pain had surprised me. But now he sat himself in to the wide base and I bit my lip at how good it felt.

“You like that, don’t you?” His mouth was quirked into a cocky grin that seemed appropriate for once. “You like taking all of me.” He pulled out halfway, and slammed home again, his expression dark and determined even as he smiled down on me. “Feeling me fill you all the way up,” his words broke as he rode another stroke.

“Mmhmm,” I hummed, my body already starting to build a fresh wave.

“That’s good, baby,” he said, his hips starting to move.

He thrust into me, deep and long, and I reached up to brace against the headboard. I watched with rapt attention as his abs and thighs flexed and bunched, his movements precise and measured, designed to undo us both. His breath started to come faster, his jaw tight.

“’Cause that’s how I’m going to come, buried deep inside you.”

I moaned, the pounding rhythm working over every swollen, wanton part of me, carrying me back under to the place where all I saw was Cory’s sweat-soaked brow cut by a deep line of effort and yearning, his mouth agape as he hammered into me. I was so close, my thighs turned to lead as my orgasm came speeding at me. Itugged him by the neck to kiss me, our tongues rolling over each other, before he bit my lip and held it between his teeth. He groaned, rocking his hips faster.

“Fuck, baby.Fuck,” he grunted, pumping and pausing, and then finally giving up, his body taking over as he pistoned his cock.

“Skylar,” he groaned, his face falling into my neck as he trembled, his muscles clenched and still, as his release spurted hotly inside me.

The sound of his strangled voice sent me, my pussy clamping down on him as I dug my nails into his back to hold on.

“Yes, baby, fucking milk me dry,” he ground out, rolling his hips, in and out, pushing the orgasm on and on, until I finally sagged back onto the bed, my body so limp I didn’t think I’d ever recover.

With a gentle brush of his lips to my neck, Cory settled carefully on top of me, the weight and closeness of him filling me with a sense of perfect satisfaction. I ran my fingers through his hair, trailing them lightly along the ridge of his spine, savoring the feel of him in my arms, of the ease that seeped into his body the longer he stayed there. Cory was one of the strongest, sturdiest men I knew, but like this, he gave his softness over to me, and I nuzzled my lips against his temple, breathing him in.

“If you keep doing that,” he mumbled, his mouth pressed against my skin. “I’m going to fall asleep and keep you trapped in my bed forever.”

I laughed, jostling us both. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind that,” I admitted, my eyebrows raised when he pulled back to look me in the eye. He seemed slightly awestruck, his amusement tempered by a something deeper, more ardent. Something I might have been nervous to see in him if I didn’t feel the same.

He kissed my cheeks, delicate slow caresses with his lips that unfurled a fresh wave of warmth in my belly. “We both know you’d need food first.” He was lightening the mood, a special trickhe had, one that I was particularly grateful for in that moment.

The mention of food made my stomach churn.

As if he could read my mind, Cory smirked. “See? If it was a choice between me or tacos, I know where I stand.”

I gave his shoulder a playful shove, a little regretful when he smacked his lips on mine once more and then rolled off me. “Stay put,” he said as he pulled on a pair of boxers.

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