Chasing Mr. Wrong (Chasing Love 4)

“Wanna see a trick?” she asked.

“Can’t really see much at the moment, sweetness.” He ran his thumb along her cheekbone. “And it’s a damn shame.”

She smiled against his fingertips. “Well then, you’ll feel a trick.”

With that, she dipped her head and put her mouth back on his cock. Only it was different. Ryder hissed a breath of pleasure when the light skim of her teeth trailed down to the base, effectively sheathing him in a condom…with her mouth.

“How did you…?” He felt the latex covering him when she came back up. This woman was a fantasy come to life.

He gripped her hips and tugged her up, positioning her right over his straining shaft.

“I’ve never had a woman put a condom on me with her mouth before,” he said.

She unbuttoned his shirt, then ran her hands up and down his abs and chest. “I’ve never put a condom on with my mouth before.” She leaned down and kissed along the ridges of his abs to his nipples, biting a little as she went.

“Don’t fib,” he said. “You’re too good at that not to have practiced.”

Her thick hair swayed across his sides as she shook her head. “Saw it in a movie. Wanted to try it.” She sucked one of his pecs.

“Well, then I’m happy I could help,” he groaned.

“Mmmm…” She sucked his other pec. “You help me very much.”

Christ, he’d never been loved on like this. Like she was starving for him. No expectations. No promises. Just passion. Lust. Need. And he let his control slip enough to let her take what she needed.

But he still needed to take a piece of discipline back, even if it meant losing himself to her in another way. At least he could be lost while free-falling through the bliss of her body.

“Since we’re in the business of helping each other out…” He tightened his grip on her hips and lifted her until her knees were off the floor and her slick heat hovered just above his hard cock. “How about I help you to another orgasm.” He lowered her slightly, breaching just the opening of paradise.

Her hands flew to his chest, balancing on him while a cute little giggle left her lips. “Yes, please,” she said, and he could feel her smile against his mouth. “You make me feel so…” When her words trailed off, he lowered her another inch, a

nd she gasped.

“I make you feel what?”

“A lot of things,” she said, wiggling her hips as if trying to take him farther in. Nope. Not yet. He was in control. At least of her body.

“I want your answer.” He lifted her enough to take his cock from her heat. She whined at the loss, and a flare of pride hit him. She wanted him. Just him, for him. “You want it deep, sweetness?” he coaxed.

“Yes.”

“Then answer me.”

He lowered again, just a touch. Just until the tip hit her core.

“You’re so strong. In a way I’ve never known a man to be.”

Now they were getting somewhere. He hadn’t even had to say I’ve never for her to give up that one.

He lowered her another inch.

“You make me feel small,” she said. “Delicate.”

That made him pause. She was sassy, sexy, and wild. Yet just then, with his big hands clamping around her middle, completely in control of her body, her movements, her pleasure, an unfamiliar thrill surged through him.

He made her feel small and delicate? That was welcome since she made him feel powerful. Commanding. And it was a drug all on its own.

“How do you normally feel?” he asked, sliding her down his cock another inch.