Page 131 of Duty and Desire
He gave me more, not all of him, and again rocked.
“Baby,” I whispered, swinging my feet in so I could dig my heels into his ass.
God, his ass felt good, his cock felt good, the rest of him was just hot.
I needed him inside.
“Lottie, you aren’t helping,” he gritted.
“I’m trying to,” I snapped.
“Baby—”
“Mo.”
“Sweetheart.”
I seized his jaw in both hands. “Mo!”
He stared in my eyes, then dropped to his elbow, and with a powerful surge, I took all of him.
He’d filled me.
I had him.
He was finallyall mine.
I arched up into him, the long, low moan from my throat slinking around the room like a cat as I dug my heels in, wrappedmy arms as far around him as they could get, and I clutched him tight with my pussy.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
And we were off.
He drove into me and I held on.
He moved faster and harder and I held on tighter.
When I started coming, a magnificent occurrence that didn’t take long, I dug my nails in and called his name.
I got his thumb on my clit.
And I went flying, clawing at his skin, wrapping my legs around him so I was holding his ass with my calves, moaning his name over and over like an incantation.
I kept coming and I kept coming and only when the fingers of both my hands found the back of his neck and head and held on did his thumb go away.
But he dug his arm under me and clamped it around my waist to hold me stationary so I could take his thrusts and he didn’t fuck me into the headboard as his deep, fast, hot rhythm went super-charged and my powerhouse lost all control.
Oh yeah.
I liked it like that.
Coming down from my orgasm, I caught his eyes drilling into mine and I felt the rumble in his belly before it grunted out his throat.
His head snapped back, the cords in his neck straining, he slammed his hips into mine, then ground them there, and his grunt became a groan that I would swear shook the lamps on my nightstands.
God, he was spectacular when he came.
Breathtaking.
