Page 44 of Unleashed

I planted my hands on her glorious ass, moving with her as she gyrated on me.

“Your turn, Jack.” She slid her hands between us. “You’re so hard.”

“Imagine that, Sutton. Got a goddess in my lap. What the fuck you expect?”

She giggled, leaned back, and slid her fingers past my waistband to wrap around my dick. “Oh my. He feels angry.”

“Angry is the last thing he is. And what the fuck is this ‘he’ business? That’s my dick you have your sweet little fingers wrapped around.”

“Oh, I know.” She tugged, even as she pressed her lips to mine again.

I rocked up into her hold and deepened the kiss, sweeping my tongue over hers until we were both breathless. “You going to ride me, Hollywood?”

She laughed, her forehead falling to rest against mine. “You’ve called me Sutton, Lily, and Hollywood in the last five minutes. What’re you going to call me next?”

With a strength I didn’t know I had, I dragged my hands from her soft skin to shove my pants out of the way and free my dick. With my fingers digging into the softness of her hips and ass, I guided her back into my lap. I held her blue-green gaze as she slid down onto me, her eyes darkening as she took me deep. Not even one stroke and my head wanted to explode. Her heat surrounded me, hot and slick. Fucking perfect.

When I was as deep inside her as I could be, I pulled her face close. With my lips against hers, I finally gave her an answer. “I’ll call you mine.”

She moaned, the sound soft and sweet, and I inhaled it on the next breath as I claimed her lips as I’d claimed her pussy.

Mine, I breathed as I bucked up into her.

Mine, I groaned as she slapped down onto me.

Mine, mine, mine,I swore as we found a rough, fast rhythm.

In moments, she’d taken the lead and I let my head fall back as I watched her work me like the goddess she was, my hands gentle at her hips as she rode my dick. “God, yes, baby. I like that. You’re doing so good.”

I groaned as she sank down, her pussy holding me from tip to base. Pure heaven. My breath soughed in and out, harsh in the quiet of the room. When she dragged her hands from my hair, over my shoulders, across my chest, I groaned even louder. Then she was cupping her tits as they bounced with her movements, and I couldn’t have looked away in that moment if my life depended on it.

“I’m gonna come, Jack. I love your eyes on me. Love you inside me. It’s too much.”

The pain in my knee became a distant memory. The stress of the day, the weight of my father’s words, the team, the fans… it all faded until only this woman, the way she made me feel, how good we were together… These were the only things that mattered.

Who knew Lily Sutton could work a fucking miracle?

I leaned closer to my woman, replacing her hands with mine on her breasts, thumbing her taut little nipples, nibbling the corner of her lips before nuzzling into the hair that swayed and flowed around her neck. “You going to come on my dick, Sutton? Get me all wet with that sweet pussy?”

She moaned, her movements turning jerky as she slammed herself down over and over. Sutton liked a little dirty talk, huh? Good, I would give my woman what she needed. “Touch your clit, baby. Come all over this dick.”

She moaned again, halfway between a groan and a growl, but followed my words. I felt her fingers moving and I’d give a fortune to be able to lean back and watch my girl play with her clit, but that’s not what she needed from me at that moment. I slid one hand to her ass, molding my hand to her sweet curves, and growled into her neck. “Come for me, Sutton. All tight and wet, aren’t you?” I groaned as the wet slap of our bodies echoed into the room. “Hear that? Love the sound of you fucking me.”

With one hand molding her breast, and one rocking her hips down on me, the sound of her wet slide on my cock had me at the edge. I’d explode any minute. No, I’d hold out. Give my woman what she needed before—

She rocked onto me, slamming down and holding there. Her pussy tightened, gripping my dick like a glove as she moaned into my throat. In the next heartbeat, I exploded into her with a loud groan. I clamped my arms around her as I pulsed inside the warm cocoon of her body.

Magic. A goddess. A fucking miracle.

The sound of my name on her lips ricocheted inside me, shattering something broken, but lacing it back together in the next beat.

Stronger. More powerful.

A little knee pain? What-the-fuck-ever.

My goddess made me feel like a god.

After, she curled against my chest, breath evening out while I traced patterns on her back. Muted game tape still played on my big screen, forgotten in the background. Bright watched us from his perch atop the entertainment center, radiating his usual condemnation of our antics.

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