Rendezvous (Renegades 5)

Keaton pulled out of the kiss with a breathless, rough “Would you like me doing this while I sucked on you?”

“Oh my God.” The thought was too incredible to fathom. She knew if she said yes, he’d drop to his knees right now. And, wow, part of her wanted that. Bad. But a bigger part was too anxious to get to that hammering part he’d mentioned. God, he made her so…fucking…what? She didn’t know what to call it. But she felt a little rabid. “I need you inside me. So bad.”

“I have the perfect solution.” He withdrew his hand and stepped back.

“What—”

Both his hands disappeared under her skirt and dragged her panties down her legs. Then he gripped the back of her thighs behind her knees and lifted, taking her off her feet while spreading her at the same time.

“Keaton!”

He only lifted her to the edge of the table, but kept a grip on her thighs that turned the flesh white under his fingers. “We interrupt your regularly scheduled naughty program for a little extra naughty…”

He dipped his head beneath her skirt. Wet heat and pressure and movement assaulted her sex in the most decadently erotic way. Words and phrases and sounds spilled out of Brooke. She arched and gripped the table. Her head fell back, mouth dropped open, eyes closed. She cried out, shivered, shook, gritted her teeth.

The orgasm slammed into her and sent her spinning. Her hips lifted and spasmed, and Keaton continued to eat and eat and eat. And orgasm after orgasm after orgasm pummeled, rattled, and ripped through her body.

When Keaton rose from his knees, Brooke lay back on the table, shaking, one hand fisted in the hair she’d pulled over her face, the other white-knuckling the table edge.

“Oh my God…” was all she could manage. Her mind was completely white. She couldn’t think at all. Her body was so completely aroused. Every nerve she owned felt like it was on the surface of her skin, just waiting for Keaton to stroke it. And he planned to do just that, judging by the condom he rolled onto his erection, so ready it arced toward his belly. And Brooke wanted it so much, she could taste it. She covered her mouth. “Oh my God.” What had happened to her? She moved her hand to her tight throat. “Oh my God, want it. Want it now.”

He stepped up to the edge of the table, reached for her, and dragged her to him by the waist. Lifting her, he pulled her upright until they were face-to-face, kissed her slowly, deeply, passionately.

When he pulled out of the kiss, he murmured, “Here’s the naughty twist.”

And he flipped her onto her stomach. For a shocked second, she stared at the wood. Then he tossed her skirt up, and a breeze of cool air licked her skin a millisecond before his hand cracked across her ass.

Brooke’s gasp cut into the quiet and stalled her response. She pushed up on her elbows just as Keaton grabbed the flesh of her ass and hauled her to the table edge, impaling her with his cock.

And all Brooke’s thoughts evaporated. All thoughts other than—perfection, ecstasy, bliss, thick, hot, huge, mine, and orgasm, orgasm, orgasm…motherfucking orgasm.

The first of those orgasms hinted almost immediately. Keaton used the skirt underneath her to slide her across the table while he thrust and hooked one hand over her shoulder to both pull her into him and hold her while he hammered. His cock had to be the perfect size or shape or length or something, because she’d never been able to skyrocket like this. And unlike clitoral orgasms, multiple full-body orgasms weren’t painful. They were…well…or-fucking-gasmic. And, she was discovering, addictive.

Highly addictive.

Like majorly.

In fact, she couldn’t get enough. And when Keaton slowed his thrusts to drag at the straps of her dress and yank the bodice to free her breasts, Brooke rose to her hands and knees and rocked back, pushing his cock deep.

“Oh, yeeeeeees,” she moaned. Gritting her teeth against the need eating her up inside, she used the edges of the table to push herself back and onto his cock. Bang, bang, bang… “Ah God.”

Keaton bent over her, cupped and squeezed her breasts, bit her shoulder, then soothed it with his tongue. “You need it, baby?”

“Need it… God, need it, need it, need—”

He bit her neck, and pain made her complain. Then he released one breast and cracked her ass. Hard.

“Ah!” Her head fell forward, her mind spun with the shock, interrupting her rhythm. The sound split through the room, and the sting sang through her skin and sank deep into her ass cheek. Into her pussy. And melted into a pleasure so intense, she couldn’t begin to describe it. She trembled, and whimpers hummed from her throat.

And when Keaton rasped, “Naughty girls, get spanked,” at her ear, excitement spurted through her body and drenched her pussy.

He growled and dug his hands into her flesh, one at her hip, one at her breast. “That is so…fucking…hot.” He pulled out and slammed into her with a satisfied hum.

Pleasure spilled through her.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She was insanely single-minded. She had to satisfy this craving. It was a necessity. And she put all her focus and energy on driving Keaton’s cock right where it needed to be—hard and deep inside her.

Keaton gripped her hips and hauled her back against him. The rhythmic slap of flesh echoed the spankings he’d given her and shot sparks through her blood again. “Mmm, it’s coming… Don’t stop, don’t stop…”