Chasing Desire (Chasing Love 3)

She reluctantly gave up her treat and lay back on the bed. He got a condom from the pocket of his jeans and put it on. She reached out for him, and he settled between her thighs and positioned his cock at her entrance.

He kissed her long and hard and slow. So damn slow that her body thrummed from the tempo. Desperation skyrocketed, but the steady, consuming rhythm made her crazed for more. He stayed on the brink, refused to push inside.

“I said I wanted you wrapped around me,” he reminded her, running his big hand up her thigh and winding it around his back. She did the same with the other leg, running her heel along his inner thigh. “Don’t you take this sexy body of yours from mine. Not until I say so. Understand?”

She nodded and clutched his back.

Keeping his eyes on hers, he pushed inside her in one fluid thrust.

She gasped out. He hit the sensitive spot inside effortlessly, and it about made her come again right then. He was big and stretched her in a way she’d never felt.

“You’re so tight,” he rasped. “You okay?”

She looked at him. He was still, waiting for her to tell him to continue. Like he…cared. Such a difference from their hectic pace a moment ago.

“You feel so good,” she whispered and clung to him tighter. He smiled and kissed her softly on the lips, retreating out of her all the way and plunging back in. “Ah, yes, like that.”

He did it again and again. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him closer. The tiny barbells on his nipples gently scraped her, and the feel of his bare skin against hers was drugging.

He pounded harder, faster. Her moans turned to screams as he took her to the edge of pleasure.

“You like it hard, woman?” he said between gritted teeth, fucking her with—she was sure—all his strength. And she gave all her strength back, taking everything he had.

“Yes. Hard. Deep. Don’t hold back.”

As if something had been unchained, he took her further, slammed into and consumed her impossibly harder. He bit down on her shoulder, and the sting of his teeth only heightened her pleasure.

Lost.

This was the lost she was looking for. A lost she’d never felt, because somewhere in her foggy mind, she realized she was losing herself to a man. That had never really happened. She’d never clung so hard to anyone. In any sense.

She tried to ease her grip but couldn’t. She was right there, on the edge, taking everything he was and loving every second of it.

Just one more moment. A little longer. Then she’d let go.

“Come with me, honey,” he rasped in her ear as he moved his body so fluidly over hers that it ate up every one of her nerve endings. Somehow, he was the one giving orders now, and all she could do was obey.

Her body tensed so tight that she thought her bones might snap from the intensity that engulfed her. She gasped, but no words came out.

“Ah yes, I feel you,” he said. “Come on, you can give more.”

Her nails scoured down his back, and she rode out the overwhelming orgasm. His cock thickened further inside of her, and his own release took over.

He pumped in and out, stilling after each thrust for a moment as her inner walls gripped and milked him. As if he was trying to draw out this last moment of ecstasy and really feel her.

At least she hoped, because that was what she was doing. Trying to feel every single cell of him.

He rested more of his weight on top of her and breathed in deep. Smelling her hair? His hand ran up her side as he stayed buried inside her and kissed her hairline.

“Perfect,” he whispered, and that word again tightened her throat.

She needed to get a grip, and fast. He was a stranger, and this was a one-night stand.

She wiggled, and he let her up.

“Be right back,” she said and headed toward the bathroom. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw him sit up, throw his hands behind his head, and watch her.

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