Page 64 of Imogen

Fuck!

My fingers press into her neck, my eyes closing for a moment. “I cannot handle your sass right now.”

“Why?” she whispers.

“Because it makes me want to fuck you harder and I need to be gentle with you.”

Her words are shaky. “I’m not breakable.”

I inhale sharply. She has no idea what she just did.

Using my pelvis to hold her to the wall, I yank up her top, discarding it on the floor. I need her. It’s a need that runs so deep, it’s unlike anything I have felt before. Skin on skin has never felt so erotic. But feeling her tits press against my chest has dirty thoughts running through my mind.

I run my hand down her chest and over her stomach, then I reach between us, sliding my hand into her shorts. Her wetness coats my fingers, and as I slide a finger inside of her, she drops her head back against the wall. Her gasp has my dick pulsing, so I add another finger, curving them up until she’s moaning. I grit my teeth as she clenches around my fingers. When she starts to rock against my hand, watching her pleasure is no longer enough.

I need more.

I remove my hand, swallowing her whimper with another kiss. She kisses me back just as hard, and I carry her down the hall, making my way into the first bedroom. I don’t bother with the lights since the hallway emits enough that I can still see her. See every inch of her. I lower her onto the bed and her back arches as my fingers grip her shorts. I pull them and her knickers off, and she lies bare in front of me with only a pair of long socks on her feet.

Fucking beautiful.

Her tits are a perfect handful. But her arse will always be the best arse I’ve ever seen. She has a tattoo of a rose on her hip, and I run my finger across it.

She sits up as I kick off my shoes and begins to undo my belt. Her gaze goes to the stitches on my side, her intake of breath showing the pain she feels. Her fingers brush around the injury as she looks up at me. And my god, those hazel eyes will always undo me.

“Does it hurt?” she rasps, pressing her lips to the flesh surrounding my wound.

“Not anymore,” I admit, my voice low, filled with so much emotion.

As soon as I’m free of my jeans, I push her back down on the bed, spreading her thighs open as far as they will go. I have plans for her, and they don’t involve a fifteen-minute fuck.

I trail my tongue up the inside of her thigh. Her moan is like a vibration down to my dick. With a gruff groan, I slide my fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out, with the palm of my hand rubbing over her clit. She arches her back, pushing her tits out as I move up her body.

I capture her nipple between my lips, flicking my tongue against the tip. I push another finger inside of her, curving them deep to the point she grinds down on my hand, wanting more. I can feel her getting tighter and tighter. Her breaths are getting faster, harsher, and I know it won’t be long before she comes.

I press my palm down on her clit as I thrust my fingers inside her. I go harder, rougher, until she’s writhing on her bed. Her walls clench around me as her body trembles from her orgasm. Her moan echoes around the small room. When her body finally stops shaking, and her walls around my fingers begin to relax, I move up the bed, grinning down at her.

“Are you ready for round tw—”

Her hands move to my head, bringing me down for a kiss. I growl low in my throat, kissing her back. As I move between her legs, her legs clamp around my waist.

She’s always been fucking gorgeous, but she’s stunning with the just fucked look. I brush her hair away from her face, locking gazes with her. I want to see her expression as I enter her. I grab my dick, lining it up at her entrance. Her lips part, her pupils glazing over, and before she has time to overthink any of it, I thrust hard inside of her. Her eyes close, pleasure taking over her expression.

Fuck! She’s tight.

I growl, bending my head as I try to gather myself. I knew it was going to be good between us, explosive even, but this… this surpasses that. On so many levels.

She runs her hands up my chest, and I know if she continues to touch me, I’m not going to last much longer. I grab her hands, pinning them above her head. She inhales sharply as I thrust inside her, at the same time sucking her nipple into my mouth.

I slam into her over and over. Our lips clash together, and as the moment takes over, so does she. She rolls us until she’s on top. As I grab her luscious hips, she begins to rock against my dick. She rises just enough, and lowers with the perfect amount of pressure. She goes from slow to fast to slow again. I never thought sex could drive a man this insane. She knows exactly what to do to keep me on the edge, but I have other plans.

We both do it seems.

It seems like we’re both getting a perfect sleepless night.

I roll until she’s beneath me, never once breaking the kiss. A primal need takes over and the rational part of my brain shuts down. I slam my cock inside her, my thrusts carnal, brutal, the sounds she’s making driving me insane. My fingers dig into her thigh as I lift up my chest, fucking her deeper. Her walls clench around my cock as her back arches. It’s not until she’s calling out my name that I ease up a little.

I don’t plan on this being the end. The night has just begun.

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