Page 56 of Off Season

“Words, Kamryn. I need your words.”

I breathe, “I want it.”

His fingers lightly brush by my center. “Do youneedit?”

Asshole. I grit out, “Yes. Give it to me.”

Before I know it, my front is shoved hard against his wall andhis naked body is pressed to mine. He grabs my chin and turns my head. “One last kiss.”

His lips first brush over mine before they latch on and his tongue sweeps through my mouth. He really is a good kisser.

So good that I’m a little lost in it and don’t realize that he’s lifted one of my legs and his somehow sheathed tip begins to breach my entrance. In and out, just the tip, over and over.

I can’t help but smile into his mouth. “Just the tip is my favorite game.”

He smiles back into my mouth. “Just the tip. Just for a second. Just to see how it feels.”

I let out a laugh. “The mantra of every teenage boy on the planet.”

He nods. “Yep.”

For minutes on end, he teases me until I’m confident that I’ve never been this drenched with desire. Panting for him to push all the way in. “Cruz, please. I want you.”

He breathes, “Paciencia,” as his fingers graze over my clit and begin to circle it.

My fingers are now clawing at the wall. I can’t get enough of this. Of him.

He grumbles, “When I tell you to come, you’re going to come for me.”

I shake my head. “That’s not how it works.”

“It is when you’re with me.”

His strokes over my clit intensify, yet he never pushes more than his tip into me. Fuck, this is good. I’m so close.

“Give me your words, Kamryn. Tell me how it feels.”

I breathe out, “It feels good.”

“Give me more. You’re a smart girl. Hit me with some big words.”

“Your joystick and digits are profoundly satisfying to me.”

He chuckles. “We’ll work on that. Córrete para mí. Come for me, Kamryn.”

Like an out-of-body experience, my vision becomes spottedand my body opens up. I yell out his name while I come long and hard. I can feel my juices dripping down my leg. My whole body shakes through it all.

As soon as I start to regain my senses, he shoves his fingers into my mouth. “Lame tu corras. Lick your come.”

I run my tongue over his fingers, enjoying the salty taste of my pleasure. As I begin to suck harder on his fingers, I feel his cock push further into me. He lets out a long groan of pleasure. “Ahhh.”

With his other hand, he lifts my leg even higher as he begins his long, hard, deep, purposeful strokes inside me, eventually building to a near-inhuman pace. I tilt my ass back to give him the best angle possible, trying to bounce on him as best as I can at this angle.

My body bangs against the wall with each lunge. My hands search for leverage, but they find none. I can only dig my palms in and push against each punishing thrust, savoring every second of this onslaught.

Our bodies begin to slicken with sweat. The sounds of him pounding into my body overtake the music, the force of it lifting me inches off the ground each time.

This is hard fucking. This is animalistic. This is what I need.

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