Page 59 of Inferno
Chapter 15
Golden ribbons of sunlight washed over Stan’s dark, powerful body as he rose above Prissy, midnight eyes boring into hers, face taut with passion as he thrust into her. His shaft was rock-hard and throbbing, driving inside her with deep, penetrating strokes that sent waves of white-hot ecstasy crashing over her.
“Oh, baby,” she panted breathlessly.“Right there, honey…ohhh, yes…yesss!”
She ran her hands down his strong back and dug her fingernails into the flexing muscles of his round butt, making him shudder and groan. His firm, sweaty stomach slapped against hers as he picked up the tempo, banging the headboard against the wall with the ferocity of his thrusts.
Prissylovedit when he took her like this.Rough, raw, no finesse.No mercy. And with their kids out of the house that morning, she had no shame or inhibitions. So she moaned wantonly and shouted encouragements to her husband, reveling in the way her dirty talk fueled his lust and hunger.
“You feel so good, sweetheart,” he groaned raggedly. “Sofuckinggood.”
“So do you,” Prissy moaned, intoxicated by the animalistic sounds of lovemaking that echoed around the room, as heady as the carnal musk of their bodies that filled her senses.
As she watched, Stan lowered his mouth to her bouncing breasts, sucking her swollen nipples until she arched off the bed with a broken cry.
She tightened her slick thighs around his waist and frantically rocked her hips against him, matching his relentless rhythm until she erupted in an orgasm that tore a rapturous scream from her throat.
As her feminine muscles clenched fiercely around Stan’s engorged shaft, he swore savagely and wrapped her legs around his upper torso, giving him a deeper angle of penetration as he plunged harder and faster. Moments later he came with a hot burst of semen that exploded inside Prissy’s body.
He hung over her for several moments, chest heaving, muscled arms shaking as he supported his own weight.
Slowly easing her legs from around his chest—but keeping his thick shaft wedged inside her—Prissy curved her arms around his neck and brought his head down to hers for a deep, sensual kiss.
“I missed you,” Stan confessed in a husky whisper.
“Mmmm,” Prissy purred languorously. “I can tell.”
He chuckled, sucking her bottom lip before trailing lazy kisses to her throat. “Did you miss me?”
“Hmm, let me think—”
When he bit the sensitive side of her neck, she threw back her head and laughed.“Just kidding!Just kidding!”
“Tell me you missed me,” Stan commanded softly.
Prissy smiled. “I missed you, sweetheart. Do you even have to ask?”
He smiled into her eyes, tenderly brushing damp tendrils of hair off her face. “The boys and I took a vote, and we unanimously decided that you’re not allowed to go out of town anymore.”
“Is that so?” Prissy teased, nibbling his goateed chin. “Well, I think the school board might have something to say about that.”
“Too damn bad,” Stan growled.
Prissy laughed.
God knows she was in no hurry to leave on another business trip. She’d missed her family terribly, and her journey home had been long and stressful thanks to a violent thunderstorm that had delayed her flight three hours. By the time she’d arrived in Denver, she was beyond exhausted. But her fatigue had taken a backseat to the pure joy she’d felt when she saw her husband and sons waiting for her. They’d surrounded her, greeting her with rib-crushing bear hugs as other travelers looked on with envious smiles. As Manning grabbed her luggage and Stan clasped her hand, the others took turns vying for her attention, updating her on their weekend activities.
Prissy had been further delighted to return home to an immaculate house and a fragrant, home-cooked meal. After dinner, Stan had drawnher ahot bubble bath. When she fell asleep in the tub, he’d carried her to bed and spooned her for the rest of the night.
The next morning, the boys had served her breakfast in bed and kept her company until it was time for them to leave for school. When Stan returned from dropping off Manning, he’d wasted no time climbing back into bed with Prissy and having his wicked way with her.
What a homecoming, she musednow,cuddling closer to her husband’s warm, damp body. Since she’d taken the day off to rest and it was Stan’s last vacation day, they both wanted to make the most of their time together.
Which might not involve leaving the bed.
“So,” Prissy drawled, lazily rubbing the sole of her foot along Stan’s hard, muscular calf, “let’s recap what I missed over the weekend. Mason led his team to victory by scoring three touchdowns, Maddox’s loose tooth finally came out, Magnum beat you fair and square at poker, Monty finished his book report on your ancestor Bishop Wolf, and Manny was called on to bless the offering at church. Anything else I missed?”
“Nah,” Stan murmured, gently nipping at her breast. “That pretty much covers it.”
