Page 76 of Fabulous Filthy Friend

“You want my cock inside you, don’t you?” The fingers of his free hand play with the wetness between my legs, and I mewl and nod as much as I can in his firm grasp. He releases some of the tension on my hair, and I moan and shift my hips against his hand, urging him to find the exact spot I want him. His warm breath tickles at my ear. “Not as much as I want to bury myself in you. Do I need to grab a condom, or are we good?”

I manage to find enough breath to whisper an answer. “We’re good.”

He leans forward and turns my head to the side to kiss me brutally. A savage, soul-stealing, mind-melting kiss that almost makes me come on his hand still between his legs. My pussy clenches around his fingers, and when he tears his lips away from mine, he licks and kisses his way to my ear. “Good, because I want to feel your cunt squeezing my cock with nothing between us.” He nips at the lobe, sending a bolt straight to where his hand holds me still. “You better hold on, Rach. This is going to be fast and rough.”

Thank fucking God.

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RACHEL

God, yes.

Fast and rough.

The words I’ve been dying to hear from every man I’ve been with for years. Ones that always eluded me. Because the men I was dating were just as gentlemanly in bed as they were out. They were perfect on paper, but when it came to fulfilling my needs, they never measured up. I’ve blamed them for the way our relationships always failed. For them never putting me first. For the distance that always grew there. But deep down, I know it was my fault. They sensed what I could never voice—that something was missing. They just never asked what it was or tried to solve the problem and figure out what I wanted.

But not Flynn.

He knows.

Christ, how could I have been so wrong about him? So wrong about this?

His fingers dig into my right hip possessively, and he grasps his cock and drags the head through my wetness. Every fantasy I’ve ever had about exactly this moment rushes through my head at once, sending a full-body shudder rolling through me.

He leans down and nips at my ear. “This is what you want, Rach?” The head nudges inside me.

I instantly clamp around him, trying to draw him in deeper.

An approving growl rumbles in his chest, and he pushes inside me with one hard, determined thrust.

“Oh, God.” I rock forward as his length spreads me open, and he bottoms out inside me.

“Fuck, Rach.” He growls and leans forward to brush his lips along the back of my neck. His hips retreat. His arm wraps around my waist, and he slams back into me. If his strong arm weren’t holding me in place, I’d face-plant against the chaise. As it is, I’m completely at his mercy. Held in place while he does to me what I’ve been craving for so damn long.

Warm breath flutters against my ear, and the low rumble of a groan in his chest vibrates against my back. “You were so ready for me, weren’t you, babe? You needed my cock as badly as I needed this hot, wet cunt.”

I clench around him, intensifying the drag of every inch of his flesh along mine.

He growls deep and low. “Yeah, like that. Squeeze my fucking cock while I make you mine.”

Every retreat feels like I’m losing a part of me, a part I never realized I was missing until this very moment, but then he’s right there again, filling me, completing me, and driving me to the brink of insanity with the need to find my release.

This is it.

What sex should be.

Out of control, unrestrained passion.

A need so strong, there’s no denying it.

It might have taken us years, but once we knew what was possible, there was no stopping it. No pumping the brakes. No ignoring what was inevitable. No discounting what we need and who with.

Doing this with anyone else would have been good. It would have scratched an itch. But with Flynn, it’s like coming home after being lost at sea and settling into a familiar, warm embrace. It’s exactly where I’m supposed to be.

He pulls back slightly and smacks my ass, making me tighten around him again instinctively as the sharp sting radiates across my skin. “Come. I want you to come for me, Rach. I want to feel your cunt clenching and rippling around my cock. I want to hear you screaming my name. I want to feel you shaking under me. I want to see your head thrash and feel your entire fucking body quake.” His hand wraps around the front of my throat, and he tugs my head back until I can see him—the feral glint in his darkened eyes. “I want to see you lose control, baby. Let go. For me.”

Haven’t I already let go?

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