When Staci Takes Charge (Leave Your Shoes On 2)

Staci reached between them to unfasten his belt, but her fingers were apparently too shaky, because she fumbled and groaned in frustration.

Evan withdrew from her and helped her out. Then he unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down. His cock throbbed and he was dying to be inside her, but managed to mumble, “Condom…”

She shifted slightly and reached for the small purse that she’d dropped on the sofa table when they’d come in. With haste, he shoved down his pants and boxer briefs. She tore open a foil packet and had him sheathed in a heartbeat.

He still had his shirt on. Didn’t even bother to toe off his shoes or strip down. He couldn’t waste time on that. He couldn’t go another second without fucking her, especially when she’d begged him—which was completely his undoing.

His tip pressed to her opening. He tried to get himself a little more in control, knowing how damn tight she was.

But Staci said, “Don’t tease, Evan. Fuck me.”

His mind whirled, his insides rioted. “Jesus, Staci,” he said on a primal growl. His lips swept over the pulsing beat at the base of her neck. “I want you so damn much.”

“Now, Evan,” she repeated. Insisted.

“I want all of you,” he whispered against her hot skin. Then thrust inside her.

“Oh, God!” she cried out.

A carnal groan ripped from his throat. “Goddamn it. Staci.” She felt like heaven. It was a shock his eyes didn’t roll into the back of his head. “Oh, Christ, sweetheart.” He remained still while inside her, giving her a few seconds to adjust to his width. Her pussy squeezed and released his cock, and it took every ounce of restraint he possessed not to plunge deeper into her. Not to give in to the release that would instantly reach the boiling point.

Holy shit, was he close to exploding.

Evan fought to get his bearings. “Are you okay?” he asked as he stared down at her.

Staci gaped. But fire lit her eyes. It took a little bit for her to recover. Then she did the whole clenching and releasing thing that had set him off the first time they’d been together.

She squeezed him tight, and tremors rippled through him.

Fuck. This was so out of control. He’d say his blood pressure was through the roof, except all of the blood was currently raging between his legs. He honestly had no idea how he kept himself together because he was so on the brink of losing it. So fast. Just like last time.

He said, “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“I think I do.” She gave him a knowing smile, though it was a bit shaky. Like she felt the insanity of their attraction the way he did. “Fuck me, Evan.” Her hips raised, and she ground against him.

He bit back a grunt of sheer torment. His lips glided over hers as he began to move inside her. “You feel so good. Too goddamn good.”

One of her legs draped over his hips, pressing him firmly to her. His cock pulsated in wicked beats as he pumped into her tight pussy. His heart hammered. Lust and myriad other emotions he could neither dissect nor define clawed at him.

She was everything Evan had never even known he wanted. And he felt a raw, intense, urgent need to possess her. And every emotion flickering in her eyes told him she had the need to be possessed, to be claimed. To be owned—by him.

His thrusts within her became more aggressive. Her hips rose to meet the pumping of his cock.

Evan had never seen anything more stirring than Staci in the throes of passion.

He moved inside her with quicker strokes. Her nails bit into his biceps as she clung to him; the only thing keeping them from drawing blood was that he still wore his shirt. It hung open, though, and her breasts were pressed to his chest, making him even more crazed. Every inch of her felt incredible, and he wondered if he’d ever get enough of her.

“Oh, Christ,” she murmured. “You’re so, so hot.”

He thrust harder, faster. “Feel me deep inside you, baby.”

“Yes.” Her teeth caught her bottom lip for a moment, mesmerizing him. Then she said, “Oh, God, yes. Everything’s just so…Fuck. The way you fill me…” She let out a sexy moan. “Evan, I can’t stop. I have to come.”

“Yeah, I know.” He was there, too. “Come with me, sweetheart. I can’t hold back any longer. Jesus, Staci…I need you. I need you to come.”

He pumped fervently within her, felt the tension grip her once more.

Then she cried out and clenched him with voracity, greedily stealing every ounce of pleasure that he willingly gave her—and making all of the sensations burst wide open inside him. His cock surged. His body convulsed. He called out her name.