Speed King (Men of Action 1)

Her thighs tighten around my head, trembling. My mouth moves mercilessly, one goal in mind. She bobs up and down, increasing her suction.

My hips flex, my balls tightening. Warnings fire off in my brain. I can’t stop what’s coming.

I lick, suck, and tease until she’s all out quaking. When my teeth graze over her clit, she bucks, squeezing my balls and crying my name. I lose her mouth, but it’s too late. I shoot off, warm liquid dripping down my shaft.

In a second, I flip her to the bed and kneel between her thighs. She grins smugly, pleased with herself. “Happy Birthday.” Her finger trails down my chest, circling the tip of my dick.

Since our first time, I rarely need much downtime. But this morning, my cock throbs, ready to go instantly.

“Shit baby, can you take me?”

She smiles wickedly, sucking my cum off her finger and moaning in appreciation. That’s all it takes. I slam into her, filling her in one thrust.

“God, yes!” she arches up and yells.

I grip her hips, driving into her relentlessly. She locks her ankles around my waist, angling in a move that takes me all the way with every stroke.

Her body relaxes back into the bed, giving me a full view of her below me. Her auburn curls spread out wildly on my sheets, her tits bouncing, nipples hard and pink—teasing me. The flush that covers her skin every time she comes.

Twenty-nine fucking years old and finally have my fantasy lying here, taking my cock, while looking like a goddess.

She licks her lips, her eyes glinting with desire and challenge. My cock spasms when her muscles clench and retract over and over, sucking me deeper than I’ve ever been. The ball of my piercing hits soft flesh, and she lets out a racy, raspy whimper.

“Harder,” she begs.

I hammer into her roughly. “Do you have any idea how goddamned sexy you look right now?”

“Mmhmm, I’m enjoying my view much more.” Her gaze travels over my torso appreciatively.

The greedy bastard inside needs her wrapped around me. “Come here.” My hands go to her lower back, hoisting her to straddle my lap.

“Ahhhhh,” she grinds down, sending a spark of pleasure shooting through my system.

As soon as she’s seated fully, she glides back and forth, getting used to the position.

“Careful, baby.”

“I can’t get enough… God, will it always be like this?”

Pride and possessiveness roar to life. “Yes.” I drive up, placing my mouth on hers and absorbing her moans.

Her hips pivot, her eyes close, and the rasps become pants.

“I love having you inside me.”

“It’s an addiction. Like watching you come apart.”

“More…” Her breathy whisper spurs me on.

Beads of sweat slide down my back and chest as I fuck her mercilessly. She holds on, taking everything without inhibitions.

“Achilles, I need you.” Frantic desperation bleeds through her words.

“Get there.”

Her eyelids fly open and fire blazes. She moves her hand between us, her thumb grazing her clit and pressing into my moving cock.

“Oh, fuck, Harley.”

My thighs burn as I drill into her from below and lose my mind when her walls close in like a vice, and she screams into the room. My dick erupts, pulsating in sync with her pussy and emptying into her.

All the energy leaves her body, and she sinks into me, muttering incoherently. I slow my movements, kissing along her neck.

“I can’t move,” she wheezes after a minute.

“Then don’t move.” I savor each second, realizing the outside world is about to crash in.

“Sweetie, I’m leaking all over you.”

“Don’t give a shit.”

Her head tips my way, and she scrubs a hand through my hair. “You okay?”

“Want you right where you are.”

She studies me, her eyes assessing then fading into a heart-stopping shade of pale blue. “It’s a big day.”

“It is.”

Today is a birthday-celebration-slash-Thanksgiving preparation, and for the first time in forever, I’ll be with my family. But that’s not what’s bothering me.

“You’re not happy.”

“It’s my birthday. I have the woman I love in my bed. For the first time in my life, I got a fucking fantastic birthday present. Now we gotta get up so you can cook all day with a bunch of women instead of staying our asses in this bed.”

Her face falls, her lips twisting. “You peeked.”

“Peeked at what?”

“Your present.”

“No.”

“Then how did you know it’s fantastic?”

“Because you’re my fucking present.”

She gives me her smile, placing her lips on mine. “You have such a way with words.”

“Did you hear the rest?”

“I did. I also heard you every time you griped about it this week.”

“So, cancel.”

“Honey, I’m not canceling.”

“Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Why are you cooking today?”

“Because we’re making three separate meals. There’s a lot to cook.”

“Whose idea was it to feed the station?”

“My mom and the ladies have delivered a Thanksgiving meal to the station for years.”

“Fine, but why do you have to help?”

“I want a gourmet kitchen in our house, which means I need to know how to cook. These ladies are teaching me. Maybe next year we’ll host Thanksgiving in our own home.”