Page 53 of Unbridled

“Climb on board,” Dayne urged, squeezing her hips gently. “I’m more than ready for you.”

He didn’t even wait. Once she turned away from him, he speared her with his cock. He held her down on his lap for a few moments and pulled in a breath, then met Heath’s knowing eyes over Cara’s shoulder.

It was at that moment he knew: if he wanted her to orgasm before he emptied his balls deep inside her, he would have to control her movements. Her bouncing enthusiastically on his lap would take him out way too quickly.

Since her past male partners never made her orgasm, he couldn’t fail her. Especially after Heath succeeded.

But,damn, the way she squeezed his cock and mewed softly as he filled her completely…

She was flirting with disappointment without even being aware of it.

Once she began to ride his cock, Heath asked, “Can you feel his piercing?”

“No,” she answered on a groan.

“Most likely due to the condom,” Dayne forced out, not really in the mood for conversation. He was already clinging to the edge of sanity by a quickly fraying thread and they had only just begun.

He collared her throat with one hand and fisted her hair into a ponytail with the other since she seemed to be into the hair pulling. That also exposed the delicate nape of her neck. It was too damn tempting.

When he sank his teeth in gently, she twitched against him. That might have just backfired on him.

He shot a pleading look to Heath, who instantly recognized it and sprang into action. “What do you need to come, sweetheart? Tell us what you want.”

“Keep doing what you’re doing and…”

“And?” Heath prodded.

“Talk dirty to me.”

Talking dirty was one of Dayne’s favorite hobbies. It might distract him enough to hang on longer, or…it might sabotage him.

You cannot disappoint her.

He again caught Heath’s attention and jerked up his chin in a silent plea. With a quick answering nod, Heath began to tell her everything he wanted to do to her this week, whether it was over the top or not. Dayne had to block out his gravelly voice and his words. Instead, he concentrated on controllingevery move Cara made. Slowing her down or making her pause when necessary.

He had no choice but to guide her because he was having trouble controlling himself. This hadn’t happened to him in a very long time. What was it about her, and maybe even Heath, that made him revert back to when he was less experienced? When he was practically in the same place Cara was experience-wise?

Ignore the way Heath’s making her squirm with his touches and words. Ignore the fact her pussy’s pulsing around you and her whimpers and gasps are trying to permeate your brain. Trying to wreck you.

Ignore it all.

He blew out a breath.Damn it, he couldn’t. She was going to break him. Since running into her last night escaping the party, all he wanted was this chance.

Don’t fucking blow it.

“Baby, you have to come soon.” Did that sound like a whimper? He hoped not.

“I want to…”

Just do it!

“I…Oh…Just…” She wiggled as if she was trying to free herself from his tight grip.

He released her so she could do her thing and immediately clenched his teeth when she began to bounce wildly on his lap.

A muscle jumped in his cheek as he fought his own release as long as he could and began to count backwards in his head.Ten… Nine… Eight… Seven…

Six. Five. Four. Three. Two…

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