Page 50 of The SEALs' Single Mom Baby Surprise

My body rocks against his, and I can feel so much through my stretched out shorts. He’s grown hard under me, his grip tightening with the same need that is consuming me.

Then, his hands dip under my fluffy barrier, skin grazing my waist. Sterling groans into my mouth as he realizes I’m not wearing a shirt underneath. Callused, rough palms blaze across my stomach and back.

I spread my thighs wider to grind against him. This time, I won’t settle for a mild orgasm from dry humping. I want Sterling inside me. I need it more than breath. More than anything right now.

Sliding my hands down his chest and stomach, I pull back enough to latch onto his belt, half prying it open.

“Sloane…”

“Don’t you dare.” I grab his bottom lip between my teeth. “I want this.”

He groans again, low and tortured, but he doesn’t protest as I work his pants open. Sterling simply watches me, features softer with desire, eyes hazy then sharp as I wrap a hand around him.

“You want me, too.” I say it against his lips as I stroke him.

His laugh is jagged. “Yes.”

I nip him. “Good.”

I’m untying my shorts and wiggling them down my hips. Fortunately, they’re stretched out enough that I can drag them down to my knees and still have some give because I can’t wait long enough to strip them completely free.

“Scooch down,” I order him, and he complies, helping me line myself up so that I can make the slow slide over his cock. After a few shallow thrusts, I lower myself completely over him, grinding our hips together to enjoy the way he stretches me open.

I’m panting from the pressure, moaning against his mouth.

Sterling rears up to catch me in another kiss, this one bending the universe around us as he finally takes charge. His mouth commands mine, and my body moves without conscious thought, hips lifting and lowering, rotating, enjoying every inch of him scraping against my inner walls.

My first sharp moan snaps something in him because his hands are gripping my hips hard with an almost bruising strength, helping me ride him with more gusto. God, I can barely hold on when he starts to pump up into me, too.

Our hips meet with harsh smacks, and I’m so fucking wet, hot.

It’s been so long since I’ve felt this kind of pleasure, since I haven’t had to carve out something enjoyable from sex with Alistair.

This is natural, building toward something I can barely comprehend. I don’t want it to end.

Sterling’s fingers tangle in my hair, tipping my head back for him to mouth kisses down my throat. His other hand has such a firm hold on my ass that the combination threatens to end me.

My cry echoes against the car windows.

“Fuck,” he swears against my skin.

I’m so close. So goddamn close. But I can’t let it end yet. Not yet. I need more, so much more of him. It’s too good.

Grabbing onto the seat behind him, I anchor myself. The glide of our bodies grows longer, harder until I swear he’s trying to pound into my womb.

My head falls forward, forehead pressing to his, and the mere sight of his desire nearly undoes me.

“God. Sterling…”

His eyes darken when I say his name, and we’re staring into each other when my control breaks. I’m crashing down over him with an orgasm so strong that it wipes away everything but him.

Pleasure floods his face, his hips tapping against that sensitive spot that detonated me seconds ago and drawing out the explosion. I happily hover in that space where reality and the brink of another world waver together, and just as my pleasure starts to ebb, Sterling jolts, pressing us together with a hard grip.

Another spark zaps my core, clamping me down in an echo of the climax he’s just given me. My strangled cry fades to the sound of his ragged breaths.

Sterling’s chest heaves under mine. I trace my fingers over his shoulders and neck, and I dip down to taste his skin, planting soft, open-mouthed kisses across his throat.

His hands squeeze me gently, a rhythm that moves up my hips and waist, and I don’t want to move. I don’t want this moment to be over.

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