Page 75 of Chasing Paradise

“Had my check-up right before they hauled my ass to jail,” he told me, giving me the answer I needed.

My hands slid to the waistband of his underwear, pulling the material down.

We both shuddered as his cock slid against my cleft.

His lips were on mine again, our hips rocking until we couldn’t take the anticipation for another second.

My legs slid up to the sides of his hips as Wick looked down at me.

Then he was shifting up and the head of his cock was against me.

We stayed frozen like that for a long moment.

Then his hips were pressing in, his cock sliding inside me in one long, deep thrust.

We both sucked in a breath, mine ending on a long, low moan at the feel of him filling me.

“Fuck, baby,” Wick groaned, sucking in a deep breath that shook through his body.

“Wick,move,” I begged, hips rocking restlessly, too desperate for soft and sweet exploration.

Wick was happy to oblige, pulling back, then surging in, making the hammock sway in a way that had my belly swooping even as pleasure spread through me.

I was moving with him then, hips rising to meet his thrusts as they got harder and faster, both of us too needy to take our time.

My little whimpers became desperate moans that mingled with Wick’s labored breathing and low groans as we drifted closer to the edge together.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” Wick groaned as he pushed me over the edge, sending me crashing down into the orgasm, my body tensing, my lips crying out his name as my walls pulsed around him over and over. “Fuck,” he cursed again, driving deep, his body jolting as he came.

His weight came fully down on me again, and I wrapped him up with arms and legs, holding on tight as we both came back down.

Slowly, Wick’s breathing evened out, and he shifted to my side, our bodies staying connected as he drew my leg over his hip, his head resting on top of mine.

We were in a treacherous jungle.

There were men actively hunting us.

And yet it was the safest I’d ever felt, falling asleep there in Wick’s arms.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Wick

It really shouldn’t have been possible to stay inside her all night. That said, the damn hammock made any sort of sleep moving impossible. That, mixed with the fact that our bodies were absolutely dead tired, and, yeah, that’s how it worked out.

I’d woken up at the crunch of something in the canopy above us, already finding myself half-hard from thepleasantdreams I’d been having.

And the second I felt her warm, tight walls around me, I went from semi to fully hard in a single breath.

As much as my balls ached with need for release, and my whole body was tense and aching with the need to thrust, I forced myself to stay still and let her sleep.

Even before Vi’s head lifted—eyes wide, lips parted—her pussy tightened around my cock.

“Found the one perk to this uncomfortable damn hammock,” I said, rocking my hips into her.

Her breath caught and a low whimper escaped her.

That was all the encouragement I needed.

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