Page 76 of Mr. Hook-up

“You know what I love about this position?” The desire on his face increased. It darkened, even. “I get to watch you. I get to see how my dick makes you feel while I’m fucking you with it.” His thumb returned to my clit. “And I get to use both of my hands to touch you.”

He went slow, steady, allowing me to adjust after each bit he gave me.

“You’re so tight.”

Hearing those words, seeing them move through his mouth, knowing I was squeezing him from the inside, was the most incredible feeling.

So was the way he looked at me while he worked his way in.

“The deeper I go, the tighter you get.”

How could the truth be so sexy?

But it was. Every syllable. Every rise of his hips. Every flex of his abs as he continued to gently slide in.

Until his movements came to a stop and I heard, “You have all of me, Drake.” His voice was deeper now. Almost animalistic. “I’m not going to move until you get used to me.”

He cared.

That feeling, that raw tenderness. There was nothing hotter.

But there was something else, something I saw on his face, that told me he was holding back, straining not to move. That told me the second I was ready, I was going to get even more.

I was going to get all of Easton Jones.

And that thought, the fullness that was already dominating me, made my body pulse.

“I’m ready,” I finally voiced.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

He reared back to his crown, circling his hips before he dived in. “Fuck,” he moaned, strumming my clit. “You feel amazing.”

And so did he.“Ohhh.”

Within a few pumps, I learned something.

Easton, once again, controlled my body like I was his possession.

Like I was his.

He moved in and out of me as though his only goal was to make me scream in pleasure.

And I did. “Easton!” My head tilted back, my hair splaying over the bed. “Oh hell, you’re incredible.”

Less than a minute had passed.

Yet I was there.

Already.

“Fuck yes!” I gasped.“Ahhh!”

He picked up speed, his hips grinding and rotating before he plunged into me. But that wasn’t all the friction he was giving me—therewas also his thumb. The way it switched, back and forth, like he was turning me off and on.

“A second orgasm—that fast. What did I tell you ...”

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