Tempting (Inked Hearts 1)

Again.

Again.

"Uh... I... Uh... no." She bucks her hips. "Oh. Fuck. Fuck."

She goes fucking crazy. Panting. Shaking. Groaning my name loud enough to get the neighbors calling in a noise complaint.

I watch every bit of pleasure spill over her face as she comes again.

The I pull the toy away, turn it off, toss it aside.

"Please." She looks up at me. Watch

es with rapt attention as I pull my t-shirt over my head. Undo my jeans and slide them off my hips.

I don't have the fucking time to lose them completely. I need to be inside her.

I nudge her knees apart and bring my body onto hers.

Her chest presses against mine. She kisses me hard and deep. She kisses me like she's claiming me. Like she'll never get enough of my lips and my hands and my cock and my torture.

My hands plant outside her shoulders.

My tip strains against her.

Fuck, there's nothing in the way.

Just my flesh against hers.

It feels too fucking good.

And I'm too fucking close to the edge.

I have to pull back. To kiss her harder. To knot my hand in her long blond hair.

She groans against my mouth. Rocking her hips. Begging me for more. Begging me to take her.

I shift my hips.

Fill her with one hard, deep thrust.

She pulls back to gasp. "Fuck." Her eyes meet mine. They're hazy with lust, need, love—every fucking thing in the world. "Don't stop."

Like hell. "Fuck, Kay, you feel good."

There's nothing in the way.

My cock against her cunt.

Her soft, slick walls enveloping me.

Fuck—

My body takes over.

I rock into her with steady thrusts.

Her hips buck in time with mine.