Page 112 of Craving Danger

I let go of the covers and place my hand behind his neck. It feels like my heartbeat matches every short stroke from his cock.

Suddenly, he slams into me, and a cry bursts over my lips as he buries himself to the hilt inside me.

I feel stretched to the limits and too full.

“I knew you could take every inch of me,” he praises, his voice hoarse.

“Barely,” I croak. “I need you to move.”

He only pulls out halfway before he fills me with every inch of his hard cock again.

“Jesus,” I gasp, my nails digging into his skin.

“You’re so fucking tight,” the words rumble from him like thunder.

My eyes are still locked on his face that looks like it’s carved from stone with the self-control it’s taking him to go slow.

He pulls out again and enters me with one hell of a hard thrust that pushes my body higher up the bed.

When he groans, it sounds like it’s coming from the deepest part of his soul.

“Fuck me, Franco,” I moan. “Fuck me hard, so I’ll only remember the feel of you inside me.”

I watch as his eyes turn black, then the tension drains from his face, and a predatory expression takes its place.

Jesus.

He pulls all the way out, and when he buries himself deep inside me once more, my back arches from the bed.

I expect him to set a relentless pace, but instead, the thrusts are hard and deep.

By some miracle, I start to grow accustomed to his size, and when I swivel my hips with the next hard stroke of his cock, he lets out a groan.

“That’s it, baby. Rub your pussy against me while I fuck you.”

My lashes are half-mast over my eyes, and I bite my bottom lip as I look at him. When his pelvis rocks against mine, I rub myself against him and let out a throaty moan.

Pulling my hand away from his neck, I cup my breast, Franco lowers his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

I move my hand down my body until my fingers brush against the base of his cock, and feeling where our bodies are connected, fills me with intense satisfaction.

Franco pushes himself up again so he’s kneeling between my thighs, and when he pulls out of me, my fingers brush over the length of his hardness.

The moment feels downright erotic and hot, and my abdomen clenches hard.

I move my fingers to my clit, and it has Franco moving my body an inch up with the force of him thrusting inside me.

“Christ, baby,” he groans right before his pace speeds up, and he fucks the living hell out of me.

I pull my hand out from between us and claw at his back as he keeps filling me with his cock. My body tenses beneath his, and I tilt my head back and dig my nails into his skin.

The impending pleasure is so intense I can only part my lips, and when the orgasm rips through me, I convulse beneath Franco.

He changes the pace, and every time he trusts deep inside me, he grinds his pelvis against my clit, and it makes another orgasm spasm through me, the pleasure robbing me of my senses.

As I regain my bearings, Franco buries himself to the hilt, and I watch as ecstasy tightens his features.

He falls over me but manages to brace himself on his right forearm, then his mouth claims mine in a forceful kiss, and he slowly continues to plunge into me.

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