Page 31 of My Always One

Monster.

I grin at her description. "You always did like monster movies."

"They make me scream."

"Oh, I plan to make you scream."

She giggles as I lift her against the wall.

For the first time, I don’t reach for a condom. I justify my decision in a split second, knowing I’m clean and my best friend is on birth control.

Sami's as light as a feather. Her toned legs wrap around my waist, and I line myself up with her entrance. "Once we do—"

Sami reaches down, grabs ahold of my dick, and drops her body. In less than a second, we become one. Her sweet yelp echoes through my apartment, followed by my deep groan as her forehead drops to my shoulder.

“Oh my God, I’m so full.”

"Fuck, Sami."

She's so wet I slide inside, stretching her as her heels dig into my ass, and she wiggles to accommodate my size. Once she's completely surrounding me, Sami lifts her head and our eyes meet. "Shut up, Marshal, and take me."

I don't hold back.

I can't.

Being inside her skin to skin is like slipping on a satin glove—one that's two sizes too small. She’s so tight. I'm consumed with the need to move, to feel her, and to embrace the friction as her sexy body pounds into the wall and her heels dig into my backside.

Like a wild animal I thrust, deeper and deeper, until I'm as far as I can go.

Over and over I move.

Perspiration covers my skin.

It's as if I'm out of control, and I love every second of it. I don't want it to ever end. I never want to stop, but all too soon, I feel her body clench. With each quiver, she tightens more and more around me. Hell, the glove shrunk. It’s now three sizes—four sizes—too small.

It's the best damn feeling in the world, and then all at once, she screams and her fingernails pierce my shoulders.

There are words, but I can't make them out.

Her entire body convulses as wave after wave of orgasm tears through her. She's my best friend and I'm ripping her to pieces and I can't stop. I ride the wave, never slowing for her orgasm, in and out, and then it happens.

My grip on her ass tightens as I pull her closer.

With a roar, I come undone.

Sami

Iawake in Marshal’s arms.

That isn't a totally accurate statement.

As I regain consciousness, I'm entangled in Marshal Michaels. His muscular arm is draped over my shoulder, and his leg is bent over mine. He is the cocoon, and I'm the butterfly encased safely inside.

For a few minutes, I don't move.

It feels too good, too perfect.

Not only the warmth of his skin and the aroma of our sex-filled night, but everything. I'm in the arms of the one man who knows me better than anyone else in the world, and it's better than any fattening food, alcohol, or drug.

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