Page 75 of Rook

“Please…”

“Please, what?” he asked, his little smirk saying he knew exactly what I was begging for, but wasn’t going to give in until I said it myself.

I reached out, pulling him until he came over me, wrapping my arms and legs around him, then sealing my lips to his.

I kissed him long and hard as my hips rocked against his cock that was straining the fabric of his slacks.

My hands slid down the slope of his back, sinking into his ass to drag him more firmly against me as I moaned against his lips.

It wasn’t long, though, before that wasn’t good enough.

I grabbed his belt, yanking up so he lifted off me, then reached around to unclasp his belt, his button, his zipper, then tugged at his pants.

A sexy rumble moved through Rook at my greedy hands.

But I was too distracted by my goal to notice as I closed my hand around his cock.

A little whimper escaped me as his thick length pulsed under my touch.

I stroked him to the base, feeling the wetness of his desire sliding down his shaft.

Another needy whimper escaped me.

And this time, Rook lost all control over himself too.

He reached back, fishing protection out of his wallet, then sitting back on his heels to slide it on, his heated gaze cutting to me again and again.

He sucked in a deep breath, then reached for me, pulling me until I was on my knees too, then situating me on his lap.

His hands went around me, sinking into my ass, but just holding on—not coaxing, not demanding. Like he wanted to make it clear I was in complete control.

And that had my heart doing a little cartwheel as I slid a little higher up, situating myself above him, then slowly sliding down his length.

His gasp met my moan as he filled me inch by inch.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Rook groaned, fingers flexing on my ass as he fought the urge to move me, to take what he wanted.

I sucked in a steadying breath and leaned up, taking his lips once again as my hips did a small rock.

That tiny movement, and the pleasure that spread, had all my self-control abandoning me as well.

I started to ride him hard and fast, the need for release a desperate, clawing thing.

Rook’s hands guided me, finding the right angle, then keeping me moving at it as I drove closer and closer to that precipice.

Then, on a choked cry, fell right off of it, crashing down into the pleasure.

Rook held me against him as the sensations pulled me under over and over.

Coming down and finding him still rock-hard inside me had a little whimper escaping me.

“Yeah, I’m nowhere near done with you yet,” he said.

He slowly shifted back onto his butt, then back, leaving me astride him with him looking up at me.

Somehow, just that adoring, heated look in his eyes had my need reigniting, making my hips rock restlessly until I found the rhythm and started to ride him again.

“No,” Rook said as I threw my head back, eyes closed. “Look at me, baby. Please,” he added, raw need clear in his voice.

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