Page 22 of Calling the Shots

“Mack…” I moan, my eyes drifting closed. Bright lights dance behind my eyelids as I get lost in the sensations. Heat and desire and pleasure mix together, pushing me closer to ecstasy.

Mack spreads my thighs further apart, then he trails the tip of his cock through my wetness. Testing, teasing.

“Yes,” I whisper, opening my eyes. I roll my hips, urging him to keep going, and he follows my lead. Pushing in, slowly, oh so slowly.

“Fuck, you’re tight—” he hisses, sinking in further. “So damn tight. You feel so good, baby.”

I breathe out a long exhale, focus on relaxing and taking him all the way. My hands move from his shoulders down his back, every muscle tight and defined. One more deep breath and he pushes in the rest of the way, our bodies joined together.

“Are you good?” He strokes my cheek and I nod.

“Yes. Better than.”

“Good. I knew you could take me. Such a good girl.”

His words, his husky voice, wash over me and I melt for this man. He could do anything to me right now and I would like it.

With a slow rock, he moves inside me and I almost die from ecstasy, it feels so fucking good. I match his rhythm and soon we’re moving together, back and forth, in and out, the only sound our ragged, shallow breathing.

He picks up the pace and I keep up, rolling my hips against his taut body and gripping his ass. I’m hot and panting, white dots dancing in my peripheral vision. I know I’m close to tumbling over the edge.

“Fuck me, Mack. Harder.”

Clutching my hands above my head, Mack hammers into me. Harder and faster, my muscles coiling and ready to explode.

“Yesss!” I cry, ripples of pleasure rolling through me as I crash, riding the wave of my release.

“Come for me, baby. That’s it, let it all out.” Mack keeps thrusting, not slowing down as I shudder beneath him. “Fuck?—”

He explodes inside me, pumping out his own release. I squeeze my thighs together, riding him and milking his cock until he finally slows.

“Fuck, baby—” Mack rolls off me, collapsing on the pillows, breathing hard. “That was fantastic.”

He pulls me onto his chest, stroking my hair as we both come down.

“When’s round two?” I tease, feathering my fingers over his chest, his heart still pounding hard beneath my hand.

Growling, he squeezes my ass. “Whenever you’re ready for it, Firecracker.”

CHAPTER8

GRACELYN

“Ishould go.”

Mack’s husky voice startles me out of my sleepy, blissful state.

“What? Why?” I trail my fingers in light circles over the ridges of his abs, each muscle defined, and try to hide my disappointment.

I mean, of course this was just fantastic sex between two consenting adults.

I was foolish to think this time might be different. That Mack might be different.

Still, I feel a little bit stupid, a little bit used and bruised.

“Work tomorrow. I need to get some shut eye.” He rubs my back up and down in a calm, soothing motion. Like he’s trying to take away the sting of his words.

It’s not working.

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