Page 126 of Rear View
“You like that?”
I bobbed my head. “Mm-hmm.” My eyes met his over my shoulder. “Don’t be gentle.”
He growled. “You keep talkin’ like that, and I’m gonna come all over that pretty little ass before I can start.”
My thighs clenched, and it was a good thing I was already on my knees because they went weak.
Rolling his shoulders, he said, “Imma need both hands for this, so you’re gonna have to touch yourself now, yeah?”
I loved the way he talked to me. Dirty and raw. It made me so wet, I was almost dripping. Biting my lip, I made a show of sliding my touch down to my slit.
He gripped his cock and gave it a stroke as he leaned back to get a better view. “That’s real fuckin’ hot, Ryah.” He gave my ass a light smack. “Spread your legs wider.”
When I was in position, he lowered a knee to the edge of the cushion, then set his tip to my core. Reaching for my hair, he twisted it around his wrist. Our eyes met. “Hold on, darlin.” His hips bucked, slamming into me until he filled my slick center with his entire length.
Oh, God!It felt so good. My body ignited, my nerves lighting like fireworks. Pleasure exploded through me, and I greedily clenched around him.
I gasped and he unleashed, his thrusts almost punishing as he worked me.
“This what you wanted?” he said, his words forced through a harsh breath.
My head dipped in a nod as I panted harder. “Just like that.”
He sealed his free hand around my waist and dragged me closer until I took him to the root. Every spectacular inch. I moaned when he locked me in place, then rolled his cock back and forth, pressing it into my G-spot.
“Xavier!”
“That’s it.” He pulled back, his hand kneading my ass before he pistoned into me again.
I clenched around him, and he grunted.
“Christ,” he snarled.
My peak edged in, fast. “I’m close,” I said, the words broken against his onslaught. “Don’t stop.”Don’t ever stop!
His cock pulsed against me. “Come for me, darlin’.”
I cried out and let loose, one hand working my clit while the other grasped the couch, buckling the material there. I threw my head back as I seized around him, that ecstasy overtaking me. I screamed his name once, twice, pushing to meet his pace.
“Shit,” he snarled, gripping me hard like he braced himself. His orgasm hit, and he roared, his shaft twitching as his cum flooded me. He thrust again and again, riding the last of that high. He kept pumping until, gradually, he slowed, then stopped altogether, and withdrew.
Clamping an arm around my waist, he pulled me to his chest and my sated body fell limp. Settling us back onto the couch, he twisted until I sat across his lap. I purred, nuzzling closer as I pressed my face into his neck and we caught our breath.
“Thank you,” I said, so damn happy.
He grinned, tucked me tighter to him, then snagged the blanket on the side of the sofa, and threw it over us. “My fuckin’ pleasure, dream girl.”
* * *
Mom veered us through Edgewater’s morning traffic, rush hour forcing the freeway to a standstill.
The sun was shining, the sky blue and cloudless, but the air was cold. Snow skittered across the ground, refusing to stick. A sign of the frigid temperatures.
“That Officer Maynard is a useless beast of a man,” Mom said, gloved hands ringing the steering wheel like she was picturing them around his neck.
I huffed a laugh, my leather seat groaning as I shifted farther into it. “You’re telling me.”
She’d insisted we call and speak to him. Pressure him into action, something. And true to his pointless form, he’d sloughed her off too.
