Mancave (Wild Men 3)

“Oh God…” I twist away, but then arch up again, seeking more. He’s driving me insane with lust. “Please…”

His fingers are slipping in and out of me, and I’m right on the edge of an orgasm again, so very close… and then I gasp as I come on his fingers, his mouth on my breast, my insides tightening with the force of it. My hips lift and fall, riding the waves of pleasure.

He lifts his head, giving my nipple one lingering lick that has me moaning, while I try to gather my scattered wits. “This is what I’m talking about,” he murmurs.

All I can do is pant and squirm.

Then he pulls out the two fingers he had inside me and licks them, slowly, his gaze never leaving mine.

Getting me all hot and bothered again.

“Now you’re ready for me,” he says, and reaches down for his cock. Before I can regain the power of speech, he strokes his hard-on over my clit, making me gasp.

And he pushes into me.

My world splinters, breaks, narrows down to this man leaning over me, pushing into me, claiming me. His hands are braced at my sides, and powerful muscles bulge in his arms as he lowers himself in an inverted push-up to lick at my mouth.

Then he pushes himself up again, pulls out an inch or two, and thrusts into me with a heartfelt groan.

Pleasure sparks down my spine, spreading like liquid fire in my belly, and I bite my lip to muffle a moan. It feels so good. His hot gaze lifts to my face, and in his eyes I can see it all—his need, his love for me, his desire, and the control he has over himself drawn taut and about to snap.

Because of me.

He’s rocking his hips now, pistoning in and out of me, a beautiful beast of a man, his small nipples drawn into tight points, his abs clenched into a crazy six-pack. Sweat gleams on his smooth skin, in the strands of his short beard, his dark hair stuck to his temples as he grunts and his rhythm stutters, his cock swelling more inside me.

He holds my gaze, his face tightening with what looks like pain or intense pleasure. “Tay…”

Just the sound of my name in that raw, raspy voice as he’s about to come, and my core clenches around his cock.

“Matt…” I whisper, and arch up as I come again.

Love you.

Chapter Three

Matt

After a long day at work, and with my worry about Evan heavy on my shoulders, coming home to my girl and sinking inside her is the best fucking thing in the world.

This girl blows my mind. So pretty. So warm. So tight around my dick. I love her heart, love her mind, love the extra sexy curves from the baby I put in her. Her lush tits. Her swollen belly. God, I could be inside her all day and all night if I could. Feeling her, holding her, making her come again and again.

Giving her so much pleasure it will counteract all the pain contained in this world.

Giving her everything I have, everything I am, to keep her forever.

Always this deep-seated fear that I could lose her.

I can’t. I won’t.

Fuck.

“Matt…” she whispers, and arches up, her hands tightening on my arms, like her pussy around my cock. Her eyes widen a little, brows lifting as she clenches around me, and cries out.

She’s coming again, the pressure ratcheting up until I can’t stop the dam from breaking. My breath goes out in a long groan, my vision goes white, and my mind blanks as I jerk inside her, drowning in pleasure.

When my body finally relaxes, and I open my eyes to look down at her, I find a lazy smile on her pretty face. My fucking stupid heart flips over.

Like every single time.