Page 87 of Unrequited (Unrequited 1)

“Condom?” she asked urgently.

“Fuck.” My brain scrambled. “Uh…yeah, there’s a couple in my wallet.”

She tugged it from my back pocket, found the two in there, then tossed my wallet somewhere on the floor. Didn’t matter—not when she was tearing open the foil. She threw that aside too, then rolled the condom on with deft fingers. She circled my cock, sliding her hand up and down, squeezing as she went.

“You, sir, are a big, big man, and I like the way you feel.” She tossed her hair behind her shoulders, palming me while she sucked on her bottom lip, and damn if she didn’t make me want to come all over the place before I even got inside her.

“I’m gonna need you to spread your legs wide for me, Maeve. I really need to sink all the way inside you. Think you can take all of me?”

“Oh.” She sucked in a breath, blinking up at me. “Yeah, I think I can, especially if you keep talkin’ to me like that.”

I jerked my chin. “Lie down. Let me see what’s about to be mine.”

She did just as I asked, opening her legs to me. I followed her down, pressing my erection against her clit. She was soft beneath me. Soft and warm and so damn ready.

“Santiago,” she sighed. “Come on.”

I held my cock, sliding, teasing. “You know how good you feel, baby girl? How right? I’m gonna fuck you so good, until you forget everyone before me.”

I eased into her entrance, taking it slow, drawing the moment out, but then she arched, squeezed, wrapped her leg around me, urging me forward, and I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting in to the hilt. Maeve’s keening matched the roaring inside my brain.

“Oh god,” she moaned. “More, more, more.”

With my hand under her head, I covered her mouth with mine while I took her slow and deep, plunging all the way in and staying there until she squirmed and writhed and clawed at my chest.

“Do you know what you feel like?” I whispered against her lips. “Do you have any clue how damn amazing your body feels under mine? How my cock fits inside you like you were made for me?”

Easing back from her mouth, I watched myself disappear inside her again and again. “Jesus, Maeve,Jesus. Do you know?”

She shook her head, hair tangling around her face. Her eyes were almost neon now, glowing with desire and arousal. I cupped her face and her hip. She couldn’t look anywhere else, couldn’t move away from my relentless pounding.

“Keep talking. I need it,” she said, low and husky. “I like when you say my name like that.”

Like what? I had no idea. But I’d say it. I’d chant it, pray it, write it in the sky.

“You’re gorgeous, Maeve. Sexy, perfect, and your pussy is ridiculous. You’re gonna make me come so fast. I can’t...I can’t control myself now that I’ve got my hands on you.”

“So don’t.” She pressed her hands into the sides of my hips. “Do what you want. Make it feel good. I want to feel you tomorrow when I’m sittin’ at my kit. Let me think about you bein’ inside me while I’m on stage.”

I swelled inside her, nearly coming from the dirty words rolling off her sweet tongue in a slow, southern drawl.

Climbing back on my knees, I hooked her legs over my elbows and did exactly what she asked. Her breasts bounced each time my hips slammed into her ass. Our flesh slapped together again and again. Her body moved in sensual waves, and I rode each one.

She snaked a hand between her legs and drew swift circles around her clit while her eyes stayed open, watching me, watching us. “Harder,” she mouthed, even as her inner muscles clenched around me.

Sweat dripped from my forehead onto her stomach. I drew an “S” in the small puddle, carving my initial into her flesh, if only momentarily.

“So sexy, Maeve. I need you to get there, baby girl. Let me help you get there.”

“Keep—” She gasped as I swiveled my hips against her. “Keep doin’ that. I’m close. Keep sayin’ my name.”

I did. Her name fell from my lips again and again, until it blurred together, turning into one long chant for this gorgeous girl writhing on sweaty sheets. Until she stilled, tightened, and her mouth fell open. At first, she was silent, then something inside her broke free. Her moans filled the room, my chest, my head. She said my name, clawed my ass, her face contorting in a blend of pleasure and pain.

I’d never seen anything like it, and I lost all control. Driving in and out of her at a wild, rapid pace, my grip on her hips bruising, but I was unable to stop myself or contain my reaction. I came hard, filling the condom, wishing like hell I was filling her, marking her, claiming her for real.

Collapsing to the bed beside her, I pulled her against me. We were both trying to catch our breath, panting, and Maeve laughed. “Whoa.”

“Yeah.” My hand rested on her tit, giving it a lazy, sated squeeze.

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