Page 97 of True North

This cold thing’s been inside her.

I tug at my belt, sliding it from the loops, and toss it to the floor. Shoving my zipper down, I hold the vibrating wand still as I tug my jeans past my hips, taking my boxers down with them. My painfully hard cock springs free.

Lou’s lips part, her breathing picking up pace.

Atta girl.

“Harry, I can’t.”

“I’ll just have to warm you up first.”

I sweep the vibrator past her clit before letting it sink into her glistening pussy. She arches, those perfect fuckin’ tits bouncing as she moves with a choppy rhythm.

Fu-uck.

My cock leaks at the sight.

My last thread of control snaps.

Tugging the vibrator back, I throw it on the bed.

With a bruising hold, I grip her hips and turn her over. Lou scurries toward the headboard on her knees.

I close in on her and fist her hair, and she turns her head back. Eyes wild, she spreads her legs. Each choppy breath she takes hits my face before I claim her mouth.

Ten fuckin’ years.

That’s how long my damn patience is.

And it just wore out.

“I ain’t askin, Lou.”

I nudge her entrance as she nods with short, quick movements, her strung-out little moans the only audible noise leaving her lips.

I slam up into her.

Back arching, pressed into the wall, she cries out. Her hand finds mine at her hip, fine fingers squeezing my rough hold.

Her heat swallows me whole.

My chest caves.

I pull out in one long, agonizing stroke.

ChapterTwenty-Five

LOUISA

Too much.

Too big.

One stroke of Harry Rawlins, and I’ve melted into oblivion.

He pulls out, ever so slowly.

My body trembles from the loss. The air in my lungs reduces to nothing but cinders. Mouth gasping, I wriggle back an inch. How can he give me that just to take it away? I cant my ass up.

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