Page 44 of Calling the Shots

“That was amazing.” My voice is strangled, barely above a whisper.

“You’re the best thing I’ve eaten all week.” He smirks up at me, his face breaking into a shit-eating grin. Like he just won a state championship or something.

My chest swells with happiness and I grab him by the collar, pulling him on top of me. Now we’re face to face, the musky scent of sex rolling off him.

“God, you’re sexy,” I purr, tracing the strong line of his jaw. His stubble’s prickly beneath my fingertips, his skin tanned from the sun.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Firecracker. I want to bury myself in you.” He unzips and slides his boxers down low enough to free his cock. Then he strokes himself, long and slow. My mouth waters watching him lengthen and harden.

“Do it then.” I spread my legs for him, wiggling my hips.

Mack wastes no time, kicking out of his pants and positioning himself above me. He glides his tip through my wetness and I arch up to meet him.

“Eager little pussy,” he teases, one hand sliding up my arm to my neck. Splaying his strong fingers around the delicate skin, slight pressure emanating from the rough pads. A pulse zips straight to my clit as his thumb strokes the divot in the center of my throat, breath hitching.

“Even after I just got you off. Here you are, wet and ready again.” He pushes in, just barely, giving me only the velvety crown.

My pussy throbs, wanting more. I grind on him, but he pulls back.

“We have all night, baby. Relax.”

I bite back a groan. At this rate, it’s going to be dawn before he’s all the way in.

“Fine.” I breathe out a sigh, leaning back. He tightens his grip on my neck and heat pools in my belly. I’m certain he can feel my rapid pulse racing beneath his fingers.

Pushing in further, I gasp as he releases the pressure on my neck. Light flashes in the corner of my eyes and I’m hot all over.

“Beautiful.” Easing back out, he kisses me on the lips. Slipping inside my mouth, swirling around, I taste myself on his tongue. Tequila and sex.

Thrusting, he buries himself inside me and I gasp in shock. My muscles tighten around his cock, instinctively gripping him.

“Such a good fucking girl.” His fingers wrap around my neck, squeezing lightly, cutting off my breath. All my senses focus on him and how he’s making me feel—like I’m floating, my core hot and tight.

He loosens his grip, sliding out, and I instantly miss him. Tension low in my belly, the heat from his body on mine, his spicy scent winding around me.

“More,” I pant, nails digging into the tight muscles in his shoulders.

He pistons back into me, harder this time, pressing against the sides of my neck and cutting off air. My eyes flutter closed as I milk his steel shaft, my hips moving of their own accord. Thrusting in and out, his fingers open and close, allowing me to get air, then cutting it off again. I’ve never had anyone take charge like this, commanding my body to his will.

It’s erotic as hell.

His hand releasing, I cry out. “Mack?—”

Voice high-pitched and shrieky, I shudder and tremble against his body as my orgasm crashes through me hard and fast. Grabbing my hips, he drives into me, over and over again.

Finally, he explodes. Hot cum shoots inside me as he chases his release. His face contorts as he pounds into me, then finally relaxes.

“Fuck me…” He slumps down on the blanket, chest heaving. “You’re tight as fuck, Gracelyn. You took me so good.”

He pulls me onto his chest, the cotton of his shirt soft on my cheek. Warm happiness trickles through me as he strokes slow, lazy circles on my back.

This is what I want.

A lump lodges in my throat and my chest tightens. I take a deep breath and relax into his strong body, trying not to worry about what comes next.

We’re not casual. I made myself clear on that.

I let my worries about the future float away on the wind and get lost in the moment with Mack.

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