Page 29 of Unlawful Seduction

“Uh-huh.”

“Good.” Even his laugh was laced with promises of filthy things to come.

Beckett picked up his speed, pumping hard and fast and within seconds, I was stretching my arms up toward the ceiling. Another orgasm bolted into me without warning, this one even more electrified than the one before.

I wasn’t even sure if I was screaming or not.

He didn’t release his psychological or emotional hold over me immediately. Oh, no. He took his time pumping inside, maybe enjoying the way my muscles were still clamping down on the thick invasion with the ferocity of a tight vise.

When I heard what had to be a sluicing sound, I tipped my head over my shoulder. Dear God, could he be any sexier? He was sucking his soaked fingers, licking and enjoying the taste of me. I could tell just how much by the way his eyes were now hooded, his dark brows knitted together.

After finishing with the sinful act, he rolled the tips of his fingers down my spine, gripping my hips and using them to spin me around. He scooped me into his arms, jerking my legs around his hips. He stormed into my office, immediately sitting down on the couch. I was forced to straddle him, and the feel of his fully aroused cock pressing into my wetness kept my body quivering.

He adjusted my hair over my shoulders, raking his fingers through the long strands. I’d seen a man look at another woman as if he was about to ravish every inch of her, consuming all he wanted. But all the surly looks he’d offered before had faded away, morphing into something taboo and downright delicious.

The rough pads of his fingers tickled my skin as he rubbed them up and down the length of my back. I had no idea why he was being so gentle teasing me.

But I was also enjoying every moment. It certainly wasn’t every day a girl got to live out her fantasies. We locked eyes as we’d done before. There was no animosity, no searching for answers or testing the waters. Just looking. Savoring.

I knew the moment he was finished with toying with his treat. He took a deep breath and held it while sliding his fingers around the fleshy portions of my hips, lifting me up several inches. That’s where he kept me for several long seconds, looking up at me as if with reverence in his mind. But his twitching cock and tense muscles were overpowering his control.

As he brought me down, I wasn’t given any time to prepare for how huge he was. The tip was driven inside and I thought for certain he was going to split me in two.

I threw my head back, clawing his shoulders. “Holy… fuck. Just… fuck.”

My crude words were as unusual as this blip in time. He was decent enough to wait for a few seconds as my muscles constricted and retracted. I could easily feel him pulsing against my pussy walls, pushing against them in an attempt to create more space.

There was none.

I was tighter than I’d been in a long time, so when he finally started pushing more inside, my whimper was almost canine sounding. He finally had enough of my antics, jerking me all the way down. This time, he was the one to toss his head back. “One tight lady.”

“Uh-huh.”

His fingers remained gripping my hips, the hold quite possessive. I swung my arms over his shoulders, still taking in ragged, deep breaths from the pressure building between my legs. It would seem every ounce of skin was red-hot, both of us now perspiring from the excessive heat.

With his lips curled up at the ends, he kept me lifted several inches off his legs. He used his strong thigh muscles to pull out, pounding into me again.

I tangled the fingers of one hand in his hair while I raked his back with the other. Why not have something to remember me by? Yes, I could be a little devilish when I wanted to be.

Chuckling, he repeated the action, filling me so deeply I was tingling all over.

“How are you feeling, Doc?”

“I am breathing. What about you?”

“If you’re breathing then I’m not working hard enough.” I couldn’t be certain given the dim lighting in the room, but I’d bet he had a mischievous glint in his eyes. I squeezed my thighs in response, refusing to allow him to get the upper hand.

He had the nerve to crack his hand across my bottom, lifting both eyebrows when I yelped. “Ride me, darlin’. Ride me.”

He wasn’t asking. And I wasn’t hesitating, immediately bucking hard against him. He never blinked as I took over, or maybe he was merely allowing me to think I had any level of control. With his fingers firmly planted on my rounded hips, I wasn’t going anywhere until he allowed it.

That brought another wicked smile to my face.

There was no controlling the man. Amongst what little I’d learned about him, that was clear and easy to see by every action he took and the way he handled himself. I was merely along for the ride.

No pun intended, of course.

But what a ride it was.

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