Page 6 of Hungry Like A Dragon
“Please,” she begged when he leaned away so he could unsnap her pants. Then he thrust his hand into the waistband and went straight for gold. His fingers stroked through the heat there, and she arched her back and gurgled out another plea.
He twined the other hand in her hair and forced her to look up at him. “I’ll give you what you want, Petra,” he said, his voice low, husky. “Mutual pleasure. Nothing more.” He slid two fingers into her, fucking her, and she clutched at his arms.
“Yes. Oh. Don’t stop.”
She threw her head back and closed her eyes, but he tugged at the strands until she opened them again. He stared at her face while stroking her.
“Oh gods, yes.”
He abruptly jerked his hand from her pants. Petra cried out, realized he was pulling her pants down to her ankles. She dropped her hands onto his shoulders so he could tug off her shoes and then her jeans. And then she watched as he unsnapped his own jeans and pushed them down just enough to free his bobbing erection.
Her mouth watered.
He leaned against her, lifting one of her legs while grasping his cock with his other hand. He stared into her eyes as he guided himself to her opening and then thrust.
Hard.
She grabbed a fistful of his hair and clutched at his shoulder as he pounded into her like he’d been waiting for this day for his entire life. It was so raw, so passionate, so freaking amazing, she wanted it to last forever.
And then her orgasm crashed into her with the force of a godsdamned hurricane. She threw her head back and screamed, and he kept pumping, a mad man, hell-bent on reaching nirvana. When he did, he slammed his lips against hers, kissing her with all the desperation of a man starved for…
A future.And that was the last thing she would ever commit to.
Good thing she was heading out of town for an indefinite period of time.
