Page 75 of Garrison's Creed

“It’s going to be like that, Nic?” he graveled, and she arched against his mouth.

“I want the hat on.”

“What else you want, girl?” He switched to the other side of her neck, raking his teeth across her slender neck. “Tell me. I want to hear it.”

Nicola murmured, her body playing with his.

“What was that?” The harder he kissed her soft skin, the more he nipped against her throat, the louder her response. Each moan made his dick throb. Each time she twisted against his hold, his throat constricted a little tighter. His breath came faster, and he was closer to losing his mind.

“I need you.”

The words sparked a line of fire that ripped through his veins. Cash looked down and admired her gyrating, vibrating body. Breasts overflowed their lacy cups. The supple mountains were taut and demanding his attention. He’d die to bury his face in their valley, to hold and pinch until she cried for more, ravishing them until she came from that alone.

The vee of space between their chests was his private viewing gallery. The single button still fastened on his shirt didn’t hide her flat stomach or red lace thong. She turned him on in ways he couldn’t have dreamt of, and his imagination wasn’t boring. He lusted for her. Ached for this. His teeth grabbed skin, and his tongue soothed away the sting. She jerked toward him, pushing him for more. More might never be enough.

“The hat stays on,” she moaned, head dropping back and eyelids fluttering to stay open. A flush painted her cheeks as her hips flexed and rolled. He wanted part of that rhythm in the most ungentlemanly of ways. Craved didn’t describe it. Addiction might. “Do what you want to me, Cash, and it better be hard and fast. But the hat is mine.”

Heaven help me.He was far from easy right now, but she didn’t want easy. Not at all. One hand grabbed her two wrists, kept them overhead. Her legs flexed apart, wicked heat radiating from between them. Cash worked his belt buckle and zipper one-handed. His cock sprang free and rubbed against her lace-covered mound.

She bit her lip, groaning at his touch. “Don’t be easy with me.”

That wouldn’t be a problem. He feathered his fingers over the lace thong. One heavy gasp, then another poured over her full lips. His fingers slid over her sweet pussy, then retreated, reminding him that she may very well be his only damn weakness.

“You sure?” he asked, scared he’d read this big fucking blast of obvious all wrong. Nah, she wanted him like he needed her. Her body made it more than evident in what her end goal was. Him. In her.

“Fast and furious. Now.” Her chest heaved. Her voice fed his need, stroking and fueling him. As if he could get any harder. Her stomach, her sex rubbed against him. He bit her neck, right above her collarbone, and she tasted like sweet perfection. “Cash,” she urged him again.

He tugged his jeans and boxers down, the belt buckle clinked against itself, and he let them fall. Cash reached between them, slipped her thong to the side of her slick folds, removing the barrier between her hot flesh and his. His palm met smooth, hot, wet arousal. Thumbing over her wasn’t enough. Not now. Not like this. And it didn’t matter. Her pussy reached for him. His cock ached to bury itself in her silky tightness.

“Now. Cash.” She struggled against his palm, flexing into his hold. The heat pouring from her body made him sweat. “Fuck me.”

If this was what Nic wanted, it was dream-come-true material. Nothing right now should be all sweet and soft. They’d had that before in a bed. They’d have it again later. Right now, this was energy and anxiety. This was fuck-against-the-wall sex. All anger and forgiveness. Loss and lust.

The head of his cock surged and pressed against her tight entrance. Her breaths were rabid, her head nodding into his shoulder. She begged against his skin, her tongue skimming, teeth biting. He pushed into a lava wave of heaven and thrust. From the base of his cock, to the depths of his soul, he felt Nicola Garrison.

It was one strong glide with little tease, no prep. She screamed his name and clung tightly. Nothing had ever been so sexy. His eyes slammed shut. His jaw dropped to his chest. Their cheeks touched.

His entire length was gripped by her core. Nic was on fire. Inside and out. He couldn’t move. Her tense muscles grew accustomed to his intrusion. Cash placed his free hand under her ass, then tortured her with a slow withdrawal.

They gasped together. He plunged into her again, fucking her deep with hard strokes. She moaned long and sweetly for him. When he could take no more, he dropped her wrists, and she encircled his neck. Fingernails clawed his back. Her hands pulled in his hair, and the sting was paradise. He couldn’t possibly get enough of her. He might never let her go.

Everything felt violently sensitive. Shudders ripped through his muscles. His mind raced to stay in the moment and not come as she called for more and more. He fucked harder, deeper, and she pushed for her release with each roll of his hips.

Against the wall, in his hat, hadn’t been the plan.

“More, Cash.”

But he hadn’t known this Nicola before tonight. And in between her heavy breaths, Cash knew sex with this woman was it for him.Absolutely it. He was ruined for all others. There was no slinking away, no hiding from her or the fireworks that exploded when they tumbled together.

Her ass lifted off the wall. Their flesh slapped together. Her juices coated him, running between them. Her pleas drove him into her, flagging him toward the climactic goal line.

The thick air dripped with desire. He tried for deep breaths that didn’t exist. He couldn’t catch his breath and didn’t want to slow enough to try. The heavy beat of her breathing powered him on. She fought against the wall, slammed herself against him, and thrashed her head from side to side. Her long hair whipped his face, lavender scented, sticking to the sweat on his temples.

Nic’s latched legs ratcheted up another level of corkscrew tight, and she wailed for more and more, biting down on his shoulder. The hat stayed on, God only knew how. The thunder of her muscles began to pulse around his cock. He was starving to feel her come and drove with all his strength, meeting her at every angle.

Nicola cried out. Her body went taut, then exploded around him, the climax more than strong enough to trigger his release. But, hell no. Once wasn’t enough. He wanted to give her more. Anything to provide for her. To know he could drive her past the burning edge of satisfaction.

As she came off her high, Cash pulled her to him, spun for the couch, and after a long jeans-tangled step, fell back onto the leather cushions. Beneath her touch, her aftershocks still throbbing, he could stay like this forever. Silky hair hung over her shoulders as she straddled him with a smile. That buttoned-down shirt, hanging on for dear life, had to go. He tore it from her shoulders, and the lone button popped off. Another quick rip, and her thong and bra were lacy goners.

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