Page 65 of Tempt Her

And I do; I spread my thighs so wide, not one piece of me doesn’t want to cling to him, pulling him in, and how deep can he go?

So deep. So far and wet, I want him to dive into me, and he does. Urging his hard cock between my open lips, I let him climb inside so slowly that he trails up my walls. His body matches his journey, his chest sliding over mine, my pearled nipples crying with pleasure at his inked flesh glossing over their tips. Then he has to arch his muscular back to reach back down, drifting his shiny lips over mine, “God, Stacey,” is all he moans before he’s where he belongs. All the way inside.

Wrapping around me, wedged deep in my core, he twists our bodies until we’re on our sides, gazing into each other’s eyes, and we don’t need words this time. We’ve never done this. We haven’t had a chance like this to let our bodies express what our hearts have felt.

I knew that boy years ago was special. I know this man is now. He made the worst mistake with the best intentions, and I grieve for his guilt about it because he’s more.

He’s a bright smile and a wise mind, telling his big heart it’s okay; I’m falling for him too. Coiling my leg over his hip, I angle my body while he finds the perfect tempo, thrusting into me.

“Yes,” he groans, starting to lose control, and I’m with him, rubbing my clit up and down his slick shaft;he’s so fucking long, and it’s so damn incredible.

“Oh, my god.” He shakes my thighs. “My god, Mateo, don’t ever stop fucking me.” I’m going; he’s taking me so fast, grabbing my ass and pulling our bodies together, we can’t fuck deep enough, hard enough, fast enough, and he makes me come. He’s so damn good at it, making me shake silently with tears leaking along with my pussy, pulsing and glossing his cock. I don’t want to breathe, and he doesn’t stop.

“Fuck, Stacey,” he grunts. “One more, baby. Come on. Give Daddy one more.” He flips us over to where I’m on top, and we’re a beautiful beast, slick and sliding and fucking as Mateo pulls me down to him.

Sucking my nipple so hard this time, his cock drives inside me with perfect hard thrusts sparking my clit, and I explode for him again, at his touch detonating my body everywhere. I scream and don’t hear myself. I only feel him throbbing inside while I pulse so hard, shaking and trembling; I give him my breath too.

His lips let go of my breast as he grabs me, holding me so tight against his pounding chest. “Stacey,” he grunts softly over my ear as his body goes still, his grip wrapping even harder around me as he fills me, and it hurts so good.

I love it. It bites at my eyes because I think,yes, I love him too. And Luke. And it doesn’t frighten me.

Nothing does now.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

They’re late.

Mateo’s never late, so that means they were fucking. If I didn’t know the man so well, his Apple watch confirms it.

His location put him at some condo at the beach with her. Then his pulse ran a marathon in the same spot for an hour and a half.

Now, they’re headed this way. I can tell by the last time I checked his location, and I’m gonna kill this fucking heavy bag instead of killing him.

I don’t like this. Stacey coming here? I don’t have a good feeling about it.

Good? What am I? A nun?

No, shit’s gonna blow. The pucker factor is high in this situation.

“Dude,” Luke huffs from the bench, pressing two hundred and twenty-five pounds, making it look like ten. “Are you fucking running combos on that bag or plotting a murder?”

The hanging chain holding the heavy bag taking the brunt of my rage rattles in our home gym. I don’t even feel my knuckles wrapped and taped. With every hook and punch, I imagine Gentry Evans’s face. He’s the real enemy.

But his wife?

She’s a massive liability.

The bar bangs down over Luke’s head as he finishes, but still, he keeps pissing me off. “Are you even gonna hear her out before you go all balls to the wall asshole on her?”

I sneer, “That’s an image I like,” dropping my fists and letting my mind indulge for a second.My cock, buried deep in Stacey Evans’s ass, fucking her so hard like she’s about to fuck our world.

I don’t want her coming here. I don’t want her with my men. I don’t want her fucking with my head and getting into my heart.

She even looks like her.

“So you admit it.” Luke sits up. “You admit you want her too.”

It’s almost summer, and though an industrial ceiling fan whirls above us in our decked-out gym, we’re drenched in sweat.

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