Page 57 of Defiant (American Street Kings 2)

“Do not close your legs, do you understand me?”

I whimpered, and he tugged my hair hard.

“Understand?”

“Yes.”

He let go of my hair, placing his palm on the slit of my ass, spreading them. “Get ready to scream for me, ballerina girl.”

When I felt his thumb slip down, prodding against my tight opening, I tensed.

“Relax, beautiful. I promise this will make you feel good.”

He slowed his rhythm in and out of me, his finger gently nudging, coaxing me into welcoming his intrusion.

I let my head down, relaxing my body, focusing on the sensation of his touch against a place I never could have imagined letting anyone get near. But the more he played, massaging the pad of his thumb against the hole, the more I liked it—especially with the feel of his slick length filling me over and over again.

“That’s my girl. Lift your hips for me.”

Moving his other palm between my body and the bed, his finger found the sensitive pearl that had me crying out instantly.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it.” He moaned, the sound mixed between arousal and self-satisfaction.

“Granite, it’s too intense.” My knuckles whitened as I clutched the sheets, my cheek flat against the bed. “I can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can. And you will.”

It was sensory overload, and my mind could no longer focus. I felt dizzy, my body shaking as I fought the urge to close my legs. My hips faltered, and I couldn’t hold them up anymore.

As I trapped his hand between my pussy and the bed, he kept working my clit, his thumb pushing harder against the tightness between my ass cheeks.

“Now, let me hear you.” The top of his thumb slipped in, and pleasure erupted between my legs, an intense release that caused my entire body to quiver. The climax that ripped through me took complete control, and my hips started riding his cock, pushing back as he slammed into me.

A cry rolled over my lips, and that was the moment Granite’s own search for pleasure took over.

He gripped my waist, pulling me back, forcing me to meet him thrust for thrust.

Our moans crashed together, and I could feel him come inside me.

Spent and exhausted, he fell on top of me, his chest rapidly rising and falling as his warm breath exhaled onto my sensitive skin. I was completely possessed, and the euphoria so powerful I was certain it would linger within my bones forever.

He placed a chaste kiss on my spine, the sensation tingling across my flesh.

“All that for pancakes?”

I laughed. “Yup. All that for pancakes.”

He got up, and a crack resounded around us as he slapped my ass. “Then you better go make your man some pancakes.”

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Granite

“How did it go this morning?”Ink slipped into the seat next to me.

I tore my gaze away from Alyx moving around the kitchen making pancakes.

I shifted. “Not good.”

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