Chasing Desire (Chasing Love 3)

Once, twice, then he stirred deep.

She was melting. Like an avalanche that couldn’t hold out any longer, she slowly sank back onto the table once more.

“That’s it honey. Quit fighting. Lay back and let me do the work. That’s how you want it, right?” His voice was so sexy, so sinister, she had no choice… She gave in.

The table stuck against her dewy skin. He had won, but she was rewarded, too, because he picked up his pace.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he said, fucking her hard and fast, pumping in and out so powerfully that the table creaked and her breasts bounced wildly. He held her tight, hitting her deep and making her orgasm ignite with so much heat that she was going to be scalded from the inside out.

“H-Huck…you’re going to make me come.”

“Say it again,” he groaned. “But this time beg me for it.”

“Please make me come,” she said, no thought to the words, because she had to come. Her body would fall apart if he stopped or slowed.

He took her so wildly that her teeth clattered and sparks lit her veins like a freshly struck match.

“That’s it, honey, give it up. All of it. I want it all.” He bit the inside of her calf, and everything from the waist down zinged with a fresh dose of tremors. Turned out she liked it a little rough. She’d never exercised this side of herself, never wanted the simple flow of power that came from being dominated. But this…this wasn’t being dominated. This was war. Challenging Huck and being challenged in return.

If she were honest, she liked that he gave as good as he got. He took her goading as a reason to make her body his own personal pleasure machine. To take and give as he wanted. She’d never felt so consumed in a man’s desire. So cherished.

Without warning, he spread her legs and placed them at his hips. Finally she got to lock her ankles around him like she wanted. And that’s what she did. He gripped her hips and grinded into her, hard and deep, and he never retreated. His pelvis rubbed against her clit, and the fire she’d just gotten under control flamed again.

He coaxed her up until she sat and faced him, his assault on her body intense but slower. Her body still simmered with the aftershocks of her orgasm, all while shaking in preparation for another one. She’d never felt anything like it. And she didn’t want to let it go.

He latched on to her nipple like a starving man, and she wrapped her arms around him and held him close, kissed the top of his head and arched into every touch, every inch of his skin and mouth against her.

Lost.

It was happening again, and the fog was tough to beat back. She just wanted to touch him. Feel him. Pull him closer. With one arm wrapped around her waist, he tugged her even closer, and she gasped. With his free hand, he cupped her throat and coaxed her to meet his eyes.

“I’ve got you,” he said. “Let go again. Let me feel it. I’ve got you.”

His thumb brushed her jaw. While his hold was dominant, palming her throat, his touch was soft. And that seemed to be Huck. Hard and soft. She lost herself to the moment, to him. Her body couldn’t fight the inevitable.

With every push forward, his cock sank deeper, filled her and stretched her, teased every nerve ending and every pleasure point. Her breasts were smashed against his hard chest, and those piercings of his raked across her nipples in the most erotic way.

She wanted to stay in this bliss forever. But her body liked it too much to teeter on the edge. When he gave another thick thrust, she came apart again, clutching and clawing at him and staring into those magical green eyes.

With his delicious mouth parted on a heavy panting grin, and he said, “God, I love feeling you come.” He cupped her face in his both his hands, crushed his mouth against hers, and followed her into his own climax. His release was so powerful that she felt every twitch and tug of his cock as he came. It was enough to spark her orgasm into overdrive, and she screamed his name.

They stayed like that for a long time, breathing hard, feeling each other. She tried to gather her thoughts, but she was so overwhelmed with awesome that she didn’t know what to do or how to think.

“Hold on,” Huck said, and lifted her up, still semi-hard inside her. “Which room are you staying in?” She pointed toward the guest room, and he carried her there.

“What are you doing?”

He sat her on the bed. The man was fine. Every one of his muscles jumped with the smallest of movements, and she wondered how long she’d need to lick every ounce of him properly.

“The night’s not over yet, and I intend to cash in on every second.”

Her eyes went wide as she felt him getting hard again. In fact, he’d never gone soft in the first place.

“Good lord, are you some kind of machine?”

He smiled. “I guess you bring out my ambitious side.”

She wanted more. Shouldn’t, but did. Still, her body needed just a mo