Page 69 of Catch You

“Corey,” she moans as my lips drop to her neck. Her fingernails scratch down my back as I continue teasing her. “More, Corey. More.”

“Fuck,” I bark, unable to get my head around just how fucking perfect this woman is.

I lift her and then press her into the wall with my hips.

“Oh God,” she moans when my solid length grinds against her clit.

“You feel that, baby?” I mutter against her collarbone.

She nods eagerly, her fingers in my hair tugging, the bite of pain making my head spin.

“So hard,” she moans, licking her lips like the master seductress she is.

“All for you.”

I pull her from the wall, not giving her a chance to respond. I’ve never been inside her house, so I have no idea which room is which, but I’m so desperate I’d take her in her fucking garage right now if it had a decent surface.

I find her living room and lower her to her feet. Slipping my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, I push both those and her knickers down her thighs until they pool around her ankles.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Colour hits her cheeks, and it only makes her that much more breathtaking.

She stands naked as I run my eyes over her, my body still fully covered, but she doesn’t bat an eyelid. Her nipples are peaked and her chest heaves. I know that if I were to run a finger through her folds, she would be soaked for me.

When my eyes come back up to her face, she quirks an eyebrow.

“Are you just going to stand there staring, or …”

She hasn’t finished her question before I reach behind me and pull my T-shirt over my head, quickly followed by toeing off my shoes and dropping my trousers and boxers to the floor.

I kick myself free of the fabric before crushing my body to hers. My hands are everywhere—I have no idea where I want to touch first. Our kiss is frenzied as we both try to take what we need, even though we already know that it’ll never be enough.

Or at least, I hope that’s what she’s thinking, too.

She moans for more, and my cock weeps.

“Turn around,” I demand in her ear. She shudders as my breath tickles her sensitive skin, but she does as she’s told.

Resting her forearms against the back of the sofa, she sticks her arse out temptingly toward me and I groan at the sight.

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me.”

She chuckles before moving her legs wider and arching her back.

“Fucking shit.”

Stepping forward, I run my fingers through her wetness before dipping them into her to ensure she’s ready. My other hand slowly strokes my needy dick.

“Corey,” she moans, grinding down on my fingers, trying to find more.

“Patience,” I mutter, although I must admit that I’m feeling less than patient myself.

She groans and continues moving her hips until I remove my fingers.

“Please, Corey. You can’t turn up here like this and not … fuuuuck.”

I thrust into her in one move, her hip in one hand with my fingers digging into her skin, the other sliding into her hair, pulling as her back arches.

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