Pit Stop: Baby! (Crescent Cove 4)

She raked her nails over the nape of my neck, then down to my shoulders as she went up and over again. Her thighs quivered and she sobbed out nonsensical words. Her head thrashed on the pillows, scattering them onto the floor as she tried to twist away from me. When I wouldn’t let her, she held on to the white wooden headboard and swore she’d kill me.

I didn’t stop.

Couldn’t.

I wanted to laugh and tell her to just try and get me off of her right now, but my brain was Swiss cheese with the need to bury myself inside her.

I wanted to demand my name, but I needed her to give it even more.

She dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips to my mouth as I drank her down. I flattened my hand over her soft belly and joined my thumb in the torture with my tongue.

Finally, she cried out my name and I nearly sagged in relief.

But instead of letting her think for a minute we were even close to done, I rolled onto my knees and gently folded her legs together. The gorgeous curve of her hip drew my mouth like a flame.

I bit the rounded curve of her truly excellent ass. She curled her knees up against her chest, but that wasn’t what I was after.

Though part of me thought about sliding between her tucked legs and letting her strangle my cock with each thrust.

But I wouldn’t last.

I knew I wouldn’t. And I was prideful enough to dig deep for a little more strength.

I reached for the condom and cursed my shaking hands as I rolled it on. When I looked up again, Rylee was kneeling facing away from me, her hands on the headboard.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

“Fuck.”

She lifted her ass in invitation. “That would be the plan.” She looked over her shoulder and I closed my eyes on a silent prayer that this wasn’t the last time I’d get to do this.

I tugged her down lower and brushed the tip of my dick along her swollen pussy. She rotated her hips slowly and took me inside.

I tipped my head back as I slowly sunk into her. If I watched, it would be over. She was molten heat and gripped me so tightly. Each inch I slid deeper

made me feel huge and powerful. I curved my hands around her hips and eased out of her, praying the whimper in my head didn’t come out of my mouth. Then I snapped my hips forward and buried myself back into her perfection.

She pushed back on me, shifting the angle, and her head fell between her braced arms as we lost ourselves in the relentless rhythm of pure, animal fucking. I took and she gave. I drove into her and she demanded more.

But it was never, ever enough.

Sweat poured between us and the air went blue with both of us demanding the other fuck harder, take everything.

She rose onto her knees, letting go of the headboard to reach back for me. Then she used my thighs as a lever to drive herself up and down. All that wild dark hair flew in my face, drowning me in her rich, earthy scent. Plants, flowers, and just pure Rylee, whole and untamed.

Christ, she was going to make me lose it.

As if she’d heard my thoughts, her nails sliced into my skin as we crashed onto our sides. I lifted her leg up to get deeper again. She was wide open to me and my fingers. I raced up from her clit to her belly and nipples, then back down.

“Just come, for fuck’s sake,” she cried out and grabbed my hand, dragging it down to her clit. “I’m so close. Just…God, Gage.”

I pumped inside of her and it was as if she’d said the magic words. Who knew my name would be the gateway to nirvana?

She did somehow. She’d figured out my secret, the thing I needed most from her.

Exactly this.

I held her tight to me and thrust deep. Her fingers covered mine as we both circled her tight clit.