Page 78 of Mr. Hook-up

“I’m worshipping you.”

I believed that.

And just as I was closing in on that place, my body spiraling toward the summit, he was gone, moving toward the front of the bed while I stayed at the end. He sat by the pillows, resting his back against the headboard, his legs stretched out in front of him. His hand was behind his head, his abs tight while his other hand stroked his dick. His stare as naughty and delicious as his raging hard-on.

“Crawl to me, Drake.”

Still in doggy style, my body was on complete display as my hands dug into the bedding, bringing me closer to him.

“Now I want you to ride me.” He gripped my hips, giving my nipple a quick swipe with his tongue. “Take me wherever you want to go.”

I straddled his waist, his crown penetrating me as I lowered over him. “Oh. My. God.” My head fell back as I reached the bottom of his cock, fully submerging him inside me.

Each stance he’d taken tonight had felt entirely different. This was no exception. Especially as he angled me in a way where my clit rubbed the short hairs that fanned over the top of his dick. The way they brushed me added just the right amount of friction.

“You have no idea how gorgeous you are.” He kept our mouths close, his hand on my cheek. “Or how good you feel in my arms.” He gave me a small kiss. “How I never want to let you go.”

“Then don’t,” I whispered.

It was my turn to own the movements, the speed. And while I managed both, his fingers roamed. They added more satisfaction to the fullness that was already settling in.

“Someone likes the power.” He kissed me. Hard this time. “I knew you would.”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, using his muscles to bounce. To gyrate over him.

He kissed down my throat and over my collarbone and held me even tighter when his lips pressed against mine. “You better slow down, Drake, or you’re going to make me come.”

I rocked over him. “That’s what I want.” I was an endless pit of pleasure tonight; it was only fair that I shared some with him.

“If I’m going to come, then you are too.”

I arched my hips, rotating, swaying in both directions. “I’m close.”

“I can tell.”

There was nothing sexier in my mind than us getting off at the same time, so to make that happen, I gave him every bit of energy I had left.

“Easton!” I bucked, on the verge, and then—gone. “Fuck!”

“I can feel it, goddamn it.” He clutched my back, ravishing my lips, taking over all the movements.

They were fierce, a blunt hammering that had me screaming, “Oh!Yesss!”

“You’re tightening around me, milking me.”

Just as my nails stabbed into his flesh, as he slammed into me, relentlessly, I felt the shudders.

Not just in my body, but in his.

We were trembling together.

“Fuuuck!”he shouted.

My eyes flicked open, not even aware that they had closed, and I saw this vast, scalding heat on his face, lust on his lips, thirst in his eyes—it was captivating.

Enticing.

And so erotic.

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