Page 19 of Viral Justice

Ali took two steps toward him, her hips swaying. He reached out and grabbed her, putting her flat on her back on the bed.

He crawled over her, straddling her, and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You can say no if you want.”

Her hands came up to slide over his shoulders. “Impossible.”

He leaned down and kissed her, coming over her, settling his chest against hers. She arched into him and he flicked her nipples.

“I could kiss you for hours,” she whispered against his lips.

“Maybe next time,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “I’m much too hungry to linger.”

One of his hands slipped around to stroke her back. He moved it down, down to the base of her spine where he circled a spot below her tailbone. Every movement, every touch sent shots of adrenaline mixed with need through her body. Her hips couldn’t hold still and she rocked herself against the long hard length of his erection.

Something was in the way, damn it. “Take your underwear off.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, nipping at her neck and pressing his finger a little harder against the spot he was using to drive her out of her mind.

She barely recognized her own voice when she snarled, “Fuck me.”

He lunged up and took over her mouth while he did something to remove the cloth between her and his cock.

As soon as it was free, she palmed it, humming in delight at the thick length of him. “Do you have a license for this concealed weapon?”

“Expired.” A slow smile lit up his face. “Do I need another one?”

Oh, shelikedthis sexy side of Max.

“How about I give your license—” she gave his cock a squeeze “—a little mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?”

He kissed her, sliding his hands with slow deliberation over every dip and curve of her body, and said against her lips, “I think you’ve already revived it.”

“Condom?”

He leaned back to open the drawer on the small nightstand next to his bed and pulled out an unopened box of them.

As soon as he got one out, she took it from him. “I want to put it on you.”

He gave it to her and lay back to watch as she opened the packet, then rolled the condom over him.

She watched his face from beneath her lashes as she sank down on him without warning.

He groaned and gripped her hips, but didn’t do anything to slow her down.

She hissed. He was big and she hadn’t had sex in a few months, but she didn’t stop rising and falling over him until he was all the way in. She rode him slow and easy, thinking to tease him, but one of his fingers found that spot at the top of her ass and she stopped thinking altogether.

He was whispering something in her ear, but she couldn’t process the words, not when her entire existence depended on finding orgasm.

It built inside her, wound tighter than anything she’d ever experienced before. She was afraid it had the power to disarm her completely, but she didn’t care. She needed it.

She needed it now.

He thrust up into her, hard and fast, and the crest broke, white-hot pleasure searing through her. She was still riding the high when he grabbed her hips and held her still so he could hammer in for one, two, three strokes.

He grunted and his thrusts turned into short digs that stroked something needy deep inside her.

Holy fuck.They’d just wrecked each other and she was ready to go again.

He held her tight, her body plastered to his, while they both caught their breath.

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