Savor (Bad Boy Rockers 4)

“Fuck!” he curses.

The door slams, the keys hit the floor followed by his tee shirt, shoes and then he’s on me as he’s struggling with his shorts. His lips capture mine. His taste slams into me like a punch as our tongues slip and slide, and our teeth bump together while trying to get closer.

His hands are everywhere; my bottom, my torso and finally his fingers start to roll and pinch my nipples.

My hands shove his shorts down his legs, finally giving me access to his naked ass, which I scrape with my nails and feel his cock jerk against me.

When he starts kissing and licking along my collarbone, I ask, “What brought this on? Not that I’m complaining.” I moan and slip my hands up to the hard buds of his nipples.

“I need you.”

I trail one hand down his torso and palm his hard dick, right down to his balls.

“Oh, babe. That feels good.”

His mouth clamps around a nipple, as he suckles, he slips a finger between my legs.

I’m like a limp noodle and, if he lets go of me, I’ll drop straight to the floor. The things this guy does to me cause a weakness throughout my body.

Rubbing my hand against him, I feel the wetness leaking from the flared head of his dick.

He inhales sharply as my fingers wrap around him in a tight grip and I constantly run my thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves around the tip.

“Inside me, Ryder . . . please,” I beg, delirious with pleasure.

“Yes.”

He knocks my hand from him, and spins me around. My hands go to the wall in front of me for support as he pulls my hips toward him. He aligns our bodies seconds before thrusting inside my wet core.

His forehead drops to my back as he holds me still, but he can’t control the rippling of pleasure going on inside me. I can feel it along his pulsing cock, which causes a curse to leave his lips with a loud groan.

Unable to stay still anymore, I start to wiggle and get a slap on the bottom for my trouble. He catches his breath when I contract around him.

“Fuck, you like that?”

“No.”

“Oh, babe. Your body says otherwise.” He slowly slides out before going deep and holding still.

He slaps me lightly again and my body betrays me, contracting around him, again.

“God, that’s hot.”

I close my eyes, shivering and waiting for his hand to fall . . . but he doesn’t slap me again. Instead, he rubs my bottom in long, slow, sexy caresses as he slides back and forth inside me.

I’m so aroused and wet for him that I start moving with him. His hands go up the front of me, and cupping my breasts, he rolls my nipples between his finger and thumb.

The pace quickens and the feel of his thick shaft loving me is driving me crazy . . . but . . . “I need you deeper,” I say, moaning.

“Hold on,” he orders.

His arms go around my waist as he turns us and puts me over the back of the sofa.

I moan when he slides so far inside me, I can’t think. “So good. Please don’t stop,” I beg.

“I can’t stop.” He gasps. “Watching my dick come out of you full of your arousal before disappearing back inside your body is driving me crazy . . . Ahh . . . God, I wish you could see what I see.”

He lightly slaps both of my ass cheeks before smoothing the slight sting with his fingers. I’m not going to lie and say I don’t like what he’s doing because it’s arousing the hell out of me when he does that. I don’t think I’ve been as wet for him as I am now.