Page 92 of Flaunt
“Optimistic.” He rolls the rubber over his shaft. “You seemed to enjoy it last night.”
“Just a little—ah!”
He plunges into me with no warning. The thickness of his cock stretching me is deliriously good. I rest my head against the car and tilt my hips toward him.
Something bites against my back, something hard and sharp. But there’s little time to focus on that when my body already threatens to explode around Banks.
“I’ve thought about this all day,” he says, finding a rhythm that suits us both. “You are impossible to forget.”
I smile as he slides into me. My back squeaks against the car, mixing with the sound of his cock moving through my wetness.
“That was the plan,” I tease. “Make sure Banks can’t forget me.”
“Mission accomplished.”
I moan as he hits the spot I love. “What was your plan?”
“I have a few.”
Humming, I close my eyes and soak up the pleasure. “Like what?”
He adjusts his grip on my hips. “To make you feel good.”
“Done.”
“To make you know you’re beautiful.”
I grin. “In progress.”
“To make you want to be with me.”
My heart swells. I don’t have time to process his last objective because my body begins to shudder. I plant both hands against the car to help hold myself steady as Banks drives himself into my body.
I will never get over the sight of him between my legs. This tall, gorgeous, sweet man acting like I’m the most interesting part of his day? It doesn’t get much better than this.
“I’m going to come,” I say, my legs shaking.
“Good. I’ve been thinking about peacocks so I don’t.”
My laughter is loud and free. It’s stopped as the first licks of orgasm tear through me.
I squeeze my eyes closed and enjoy the rupture of bliss that fills my veins.
“So good, Banks,” I say, falling apart around him.
His fingertips bite into my skin as his hips pound into mine.
The sound of his groan, followed by a quick hiss of breath.
The taste of his kiss lingering on my lips.
The sight of him losing himself because of me.
It’s hard to find my breath.
“I’ve thought about this all day. You are impossible to forget.”
This is different. This is a moment to remember. It’s fucking …but it’s also not.
