Page 76 of Tempt

“It’s crass to walk around talking about your equipment.”

“Boys at school do.”

“I’m not boys at school.”

She traces a finger around the head, light and exploratory. My breathing gets shallow but I try to stay still. To let her do what she wants.

“Are you going to ruin me for college guys?”

My gaze snaps up to hers. It’s a teasing question, but there’s truth beneath the surface.

“Do you want me to?”

She laughs silently. “Maybe.”

An animal deep in my chest roars.

I hold out a hand for the condom, then rip into it and roll it on.

Kat starts to flip over the way I asked her to before. As much as the sight of her perfect ass makes me groan, I stop her.

“Don’t,” I whisper. “Don’t fucking move.”

I want to watch her come from here, our faces near enough I can feel her breath mix with mine.

Her nostrils flare as she watches me position myself between her thighs. She spreads them wider, an invitation I’d take every damn day she offers it.

She’s slippery and wet, and when I rub my cock against her, she arches again.

I want to tease her. But I want to feel her more.

So I hold her hips with one hand, the other braced next to her head, and I shift the angle.

I plan to go slow.

But when I feel her grip me, hear her little hitch of breath, I can’t hold out.

I sink inside her.

The stroke of my hips seats me so deep my toes curl.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, her lips pressing into my neck as if she can find refuge there.

“Damn,” she whispers.

Damn is right.

If I had the breath, I’d utter every four-letter word in the English language and it wouldn’t come close to capturing how indescribable it feels to be inside this woman.

My weight shifts, my forearms shaking a little from the intensity as I pull out, slow.

Her body grips me as if trying to convince me to stay. Her soft moan of protest that no man in his right mind could resist.

This.

Only this.

Always this.

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