Page 21 of The Girlfriend Zone

A little ruthless too.

I see that in his eyes, in the tension lining his jaw and the power in his body. He’s fucking up, but he’s also moving me on his dick, using me, but letting me use him too.

He seems to catalog my every reaction. When he hits a spot deep inside me that makes me shudder from my head to my toes, he smiles wickedly and chases that spot again. And he hits it.

I gasp.

“You like that? When I fuck you hard?”

“Yes,” I answer, in a desperate pant.

His hand travels up my chest, and he squeezes my right breast. “And this?”

“Yes.” I grow hotter, and he has to feel that, because his eyebrows shoot up.

“Oh, you really fucking do,” he says, seeming so damn pleased.

“I do,” I gasp.

He brushes his lips against mine. “I can feel your sweet pussy gripping me harder.”

Another gasp. Another crank of the temperature inside. But I can’t answer him. I don’t even know what I’d say if I could. My body has all the answers though as he twists my nipple, and I throw my head back. “Yesssss,” I moan, unbidden.

He kisses my throat then pulls back, grabbing my face. “Look at me when you come.”

I gasp but nod, my eyes focused on him. His dark eyes are on fire. His mouth is a demanding line. His need is etched in his face. “I will,” I say.

“Look at me because I want you to see what you fucking do to me,” he says, almost like an accusation.

And I love being accused like this. “What do I do to you?”

“You drive me fucking wild,” he says, the words harsh, so harsh they send a jolt of lust through me.

“How wild?”

“I’m so fucking into you,” he says, a feral sort of promise that’s way over the top for a first date.

And yet…it feels wholly true.

Or maybe it’s just that everything feels true with him. True and raw and electric as he drops a hand between my thighs. His thumb strokes my clit, his cock fills me up, and his words grip my dirty soul.

My vision blurs, sparks shooting behind my eyelids as lust grips me so deeply, and I come in seconds.

A long needy series ofoh god, yes, oh god yes, oh my fucking god.

And when I’m done, this man I’m sitting on is smiling at me. Smiling as I nearly collapse in his arms.

“I’m not done with you, Shutterbug,” he says, tskingme as he maneuvers me easily on the chaise. In no time, he’s pulled out, flipped me to my back, and is pushing my legs up my chest. With the condom still in place, he notches the head of his cock against me once more, staring down at me so our gazes are locked. “Now I want another one, Leighton.”

“If you think you can,” I tease.

“I can and you fucking will,” he says, and it’s a little scary how he says it, but a lot thrilling.

“Give me one then,” I toss out, challenging him right back.

“I don’t back down,” he says, then braces himself on those strong, sinewy arms. He shoves into me, and I scream from the blunt way he takes me, pushing my knees up to my chest and driving into me.

Miles is doing everything I asked. He’s not fucking me delicately.

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