Page 62 of Rock

“That’s my girl. Jesus, you’re sexy. I’ve never forgotten the look on your face when you came for me the first time. Heavenly. I want to see that every day for the rest of my life.”

She was panting as he scooted her back and climbed over her. He hovered on his knees between her legs, his hands on either side of her head. He looked down at her, his expression serious, his brow intense, his eyes wandering around her face. “You’re mine.”

She nodded.

“Say it, Little Lyla. Say that you’re mine.”

She licked her lips. “I’m yours, Rock.” She reached for him, needing him to touch her. She wanted to feel him pressed against her body.

When he settled over her with his cock at her entrance, she wrapped her legs around him.

“I need you, Rock. Please. Hard and fast. I want to feel you filling me.”

“Condom?” he asked.

She laughed. “No.” She schooled her face a moment later as a memory assaulted her. “Unless you’ve been with ten other women lately.”

He frowned. “No. I haven’t been with anyone since long before my heart attack.”

“It’s been longer than that for me.” She stroked his back. She believed him. She had no reason not to.

“So, bare?” he asked.

“I’m not going to get pregnant, if that’s a concern.” She gave him a sly grin.

He chuckled. “I wouldn’t give a fuck if you did.” Less than a second after those words left his mouth, he thrust all the way in, taking her breath away.

The sound that came out of her mouth was foreign to her. She hadn’t felt this good in… Not since she’d been with him. It was pitiful but true.

He eased out and thrust back in, deeper, scrambling her brain.

She gripped his back with her fingertips.

He lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

She moaned again, louder. Thank goodness he didn’t have neighbors close by.

Rock switched to the other nipple, tormenting it with his tongue and teeth while he slid in and out of her.

Lyla felt alive. More alive than she had in years. The only time she’d ever felt like this had been that night they’d spent together. It hadn’t been a fluke. It was Rock. It wasthem.

She lifted her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. She hoped whatever issues he’d had with his heart weren’t serious enough that he shouldn’t be doing this. She should have asked more questions about his health.

Rock released her nipple and met her gaze as he slid a hand between them and found her clit. “Come on my cock, Little Lyla. Remind me what it feels like to have your cunt strangling me.”

When he pinched her clit, she cried out, milking him with her pussy. The orgasm was more powerful than the one he’d given her with his mouth. The intensity took her by surprise. The waves of pleasure went on and on for longer than she’d ever experienced.

At some point in the middle of her blissed-out state, Rock emptied himself into her. He groaned loudly as the pulses of his release shook them.

She focused on his face as soon as she was able and found him smiling absently, his eyes on hers. She wrapped her armsaround him and pulled him down. “I want your weight on me. All of it.”

“Baby girl, I’m too heavy.”

She shook her head. “No, you’re not. I need to feel the pressure. Please.”

He dropped lower, resting his chest against hers, his cock still lodged inside her.

She sighed and danced her fingers up and down his spine. “There are no words,” she whispered.

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