Bared (Club Sin 2)

Holding the condom snug at the base of his cock, he slid his free hand over his shaft. She followed his move before her heated eyes lifted. “I like watching you, sir. I’ve”—she hesitated, swallowing hard—“I’ve never seen you do that before.”

Stroking himself and hardening his cock further, he lowered his voice. “Tell me why this pleases you.”

She looked to his hand, making a slight growl in her throat. “It makes me jealous.”

He swirled the head of his cock, shifting his hips forward with each burn of pleasure. When he slid down his shaft to the base, he grunted. “Why jealous?”

She held his stare. “I want that to be my hand touching you.”

He liked that thought far more than he ought to. Tonight, though, wasn’t about him, it was about her. He needed to remind her of the special connection that lay between them—to show her she could undeniably trust him. The hunger in her features and the possessive edge to her gaze made him ache. “Spread your legs. Give me a nice view.”

Once she complied, he quivered at her pink, soaking-wet folds. Each jerk of his cock tightened his muscles and quickened his breath. She liked the show, and he’d continue it for her. Cora’s waiting for him and arousal by watching him fueled his pleasure.

When his body pulsated with the desire to take her, he dropped his hand. He craved her tight heat to finish him, not his touch. He studied her, panting and squirming along the sleeping bag as he moved toward her. Her cinnamon scent wrapped around him as he settled in between her smooth thighs. He closed his body on hers, feeling the soft woman beneath him. Taking both her hands, he raised them over her head and lowered his mouth to her neck.

Her scent consumed him. Her taste unraveled him. Her soft body beneath carried a primal need to devour her. Inhaling deeply, he bit at the warm skin on her neck. While his greedy cock craved her, his mind held strong on reassuring her. “Whatever you tell me stays between us.” He nibbled her earlobe. “You know this, yes?”

With a deep moan, she arched into him. “Yes, sir.”

He lowered his hips and rubbed his cock against her clit, and his moan of pleasure followed hers. Running his lips up her jawline, he licked the curve of her mouth. “Nothing you tell me could break the connection between us.”

When he leaned away, dark eyes rich with ecstasy watched him. “I know that, sir.”

He shifted his hips, again and again, brushing against her sex. As she exhaled deeply beneath him, he sealed his mouth over hers. She followed his kiss and gave her soul to him with their embrace.

When his cock nudged her slit, Cora’s eyes rolled back with the pleasure. Though he’d fucked up somewhere in the past two years, he wouldn’t allow another day to pass that Cora didn’t feel appreciated. “Tell me why I’m going to fuck you.”

Her eyes widened as he slid inside. He released his hold on her wrists, tangling his fingers into her hair. She ran her hands up and down his biceps, wrapping her legs around his thighs. “Because you want to, sir.”

His cock slid easily into her hot, moist center, and his eyes shut at the tightness. Christ, her body was flawless. She wasn’t too fragile that she’d break ben

eath him, yet she was petite enough that he felt powerful.

He pumped his hips, dropping his head into her neck and relishing her right there. Beneath him, she felt perfect. Her soft skin sizzled against his flesh. He whispered in her ear, “And?”

Cora offered a moan before she replied, “Because I’m here to please you, sir.”

He placed a hand under her bottom and her inner muscles squeezed his shaft. He tilted her pelvis, bringing him deeper. His thoughts faded as he pumped into the depths of her. Her touch was his heaven. Her submission was his Eden.

Her pussy tightened against him and her breath became shallow in his ear, snapping him out of his pleasure. Slowing the pace of his thrusts, he allowed them both to experience every slide of his cock, every brush of his skin against hers, and every moan they gave. “Tell me why I touch you.”

“I’m yours to touch, sir.” She gasped.

He fought against his pleasure, wreaking havoc on his control. With her inner walls massaging him, he swirled his hips, rubbing his chest against her taut nipples. “Would I touch you if I didn’t want to?”

She tipped her chin up, as her fingernails dug into his back. “No, sir.” He welcomed the burn on his skin and tightened his hand in her hair, pinning her exactly where he wanted her. Dropping his mouth to hers, he kissed her hard and swiftly.

Every squeeze of her muscles against his shaft made his balls tighten. He broke the kiss and thrust his hips in pure desire to send them flying over the edge of euphoria. Each thrust brought him higher. As Cora’s hot, sexy screams of pleasure drifted across him, he pressed his cheek against hers and shifted his hips with no restraint.

When her screams cut off and her inner walls clamped down, he froze mid-thrust and her eyes snapped open. Quivering in need, he grasped her face, pressing his entire weight against her. “Tell me why I brought Porter to see you.”

Soft eyes, willing him to consume her soul, stared at him. “You care about me.”

“Yes, Cora, I do.” He brushed his thumbs over her warm cheeks, locking his gaze on her. “I care very much.”

Within her smoldering gaze, a longing developed. She bared herself to him, and he tumbled in the raw emotion crossing her features. At her vulnerability, he unconsciously thrust his hips. His hold provided safety. His warmth offered protection. His affection gave love.

Claim her.