Page 85 of Waiting For A Girl Like You
When she lowered onto his tongue, she let out a low, shuddering moan.
Giving her ass a sharp smack, he gripped her hips to coax her into a slow grind. Tongue deep and mouth relentless, he used his nose to nuzzle her clit with each pass. Her rhythm built gradually until she was frantically riding his face, her moans echoing off the cottage walls.
It only took a few more strokes before an orgasm tore through her, and groans turned to begging. Dragging her down by the hips, he adjusted her above his cock. She was wet and ready, her hands firmly gripping the headboard as she lowered herself onto him. Inch by inch, she took him inside until she was fully seated with a broken gasp.
“Don’t let go of that headboard.”
And that was the only warning she was going to get. Mercilessly. Brutally. He fucked, the heavy pounding of his cock robbing him of all thoughts. There were screams and moans, some his and some hers. Likethe good girl that she was, Annabeth held on to the headboard for dear life, taking everything he gave while whimpering for more.
“Is this what you wanted?” he growled, no longer recognizing his own voice. Releasing the hold on her hips, he looped his arms around her back to hold her suspended above him as his cock slammed in and out. “Is this how my woman wants to be fucked?”
“Y-yes,” she sobbed. “Yes—God—yes.”
Another orgasm hit, and her guttural cries were the sound his entire body craved. Forever. He would want this forever. The feel of her holding him so tight, the pulse of her pleasure working his length. He would crave this every day for the rest of eternity.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He bounced her harder, grinning when her eyes rolled back. “You take me so good.”
She cried out her agreement, grinding on his dick as if she were riding for her life. The trembling of her small frame intensified, and she let go of the headboard, wrapping her arms around his head when he began to suck and lavish her breasts with his tongue.
Not wanting her orgasm to end, he flipped them around and laid her on her back. “My turn.”
Securing one hand on the headboard and another on her chest, Rowan thrust into her without control. His girl moved with him, the slap of their bodies driving him to fuck faster when her nails scraped his shoulders, and her punctuated cries ripped through the room.
When her next orgasm hit, she clamped down so tight he saw stars. He arched higher, positioning himself so he could watch her tight body pulse around his cock.
“Fuck, Annabeth. Look at you.” He couldn’t tear his eyes from the sight. Never. Not in a million years would he ever stop this. “Look at my good girl.”
Ruined.
Annabeth Howard, with her wicked smile and terrifying brilliance, had ruined him in the most perfect way, and he would never recover.
“I love you,” he choked out, spine bowing as his orgasm hit. “I love you.”
Goosebumps covered him, and he collapsed, yet still unable to stop rocking into her until every last drop filled the condom. Latching onto her throat, he dragged her lips to his, softening her cries with his kiss.
“How much time do we have?” she whispered when they came up for air. “I want that again.”
A quick check of his watch had him grinning. “That was only six minutes. We’ve got time.”
He managed to have her once more, thinking he could last a little longer, but nope. Not even close to possible. They were deep in the third act when the countdown buzzed again.
“No!” she cried beneath him, her hips rocking as he pounded into her with desperate force. “Don’t stop. Please—”
“I have to,” he groaned, not slowing in the slightest and even increasing the strength of his thrusting. “But we’re going to figure out how to finish. I can’t—fuck—I can’t live without this.”
Another buzz. Two minutes left.
Bracing his hands under her thighs, he spread her wide. “Come for me. One more time.”
She was already there, crying out as her orgasm hit. It was all he needed, and he followed her in a surge of heat, his groans of pleasure drowning out the second warning ping.
“One minute.”
He pulled out in a rush, lightheaded and stumbling into the bathroom like a drunk man. “Get your clothes on,” he shouted as he worked the condom off and into the wastebasket. “The cameras are about to go live, and everyone will get an eyeful if we’re not dressed.”
Falling off the bed when she struggled to rise, Annabeth’s footsteps thundered down the hall as she searched for her dress in the dark. He came busting out of the bathroom after her, snagging his pants and shirt off the floor.
The high-pitched beeping from his phone reached a dizzying speed until it silenced right as he zipped his pants close. They stood frozen in the hallway, breathing hard and laughing at each other’s disheveled state.
