Chasing Mr. Wrong (Chasing Love 4)

“Free,” she whispered.

The word smacked him hard. She’d roamed, traveled, said she was from all over. There wasn’t a rooted thing about this woman. That much was obvious. But in this moment, she was within his grip. He’d roped in the wild side, and goddamn, it felt good.

He hissed as her little claws scratched his chest.

“Now stop teasing me.” She sucked his bottom lip. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

That kicked his blood into molten levels. Gone was any hope he had of control. The woman knew how to push his buttons and tear at his calm.

His grip slackened, his biceps retracted, and he let her fall the rest of the way onto his stiff cock.

“Oh!” she gasped loud, and her fingernails dug further into his chest. “I…you…oh God.”

He smiled and sat up. “Is that good, sweetness? Deep enough for you?” He kissed her neck, and her skin was like its own sugary treat mixed with a faint hint of spice from sweat. Salted caramel at its finest.

“Deep…deepest. So good,” she said with a dazed need in her voice.

Deepest? The bastard in him wanted to hear more.

“That wasn’t framed in the form of ‘I’ve never’,” he growled against the column of her throat. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, sinking just another fraction into her. He was gifted with another one of those sexy gasps, and she threw her arms around his neck.

“I’ve never had anyone so deep in me before,” she said around a lusty whisper.

“Good.” Keeping his grip tight, he tugged her toward him as he surged up, giving short, powerful pumps into her slick heat, over and over.

Sweat dampened their skin as she clung to him and rocked into his every move. He didn’t retreat too far, just enough to hammer back home. He stayed buried to the hilt in the best damn heat he’d ever felt.

Up and down he thrust, keeping her and all those amazing curves clamped around him like his own personal wrapping paper. He could sense that he was losing himself inside her, but he didn’t want to let go. Didn’t want to move.

Using his teeth, he snatched her shirt and tugged up. She caught on and helped by lifting the cotton with her hand. A clicking noise sounded, and Ryder felt her suddenly free breasts subtly bouncing against his chest with every thrust he gave.

He bent his head and sucked on the soft flesh. Since it was dark, he couldn’t see, but he could tell she was full and lush. He licked and sucked again until he felt her hard nipple brush against the edge of his mouth. He fucked her purposefully slow, all while teasing back and forth along the pebbled peak.

She groaned and gripped the back of his head, clutching him closer.

So she likes it deep and hard.

“You want more?” he asked.

“Yes!” she rasped and arched into his mouth.

He opened his mouth wide and took as much of the deliciously plump flesh as he could, and then he closed his mouth around the entire peak of her breast and sucked.

“Oh God!” She whipped her hips in his lap.

He held her tight and flush against him as she rode him hard. He continued sucking and flicking his tongue over her nipples.

With her hand digging into his scalp, he felt her body come apart around him. Her tight sheath spasmed and milked him like a damn dream, and he couldn’t help but groan against her. Feeling her tremble with pleasure in his arms was amazing.

He was helpless not to follow her down.

As her hot core gripped him, he sank his teeth into her skin and fell over the brink of release. Surge after surge of pleasure flew from him and she was right there, wrapped around him to catch every last ounce. Breathing fast and coming down slow, he was certain he’d never felt more alive and relaxed at the same time.

His body was both spent and ready for round two.

“Christ, woman,” he rasped as his chest did its own kind of tremble. “You’re incredible.”

She kissed him and said against his lips, “That wasn’t framed in an ‘I’ve never.’”