Sutton's Seduction (The Sinful Suttons 4)

“Please.” She rolled her hips, and he rubbed the head of his cock over her folds, coating himself in her slickness.

When he glanced over her highly sensitive pearl, she gasped at the intensity of the pleasure. Her inner muscles were quaking and tensing, as if he were already within her.

“Whatever happens after this night, after our week together is over, you are mine, Emma.”

She hooked her leg around his waist, opening herself to him farther, and he accepted the invitation. He pressed against her entrance, the pressure exquisite. Impatiently, she moved, bringing him inside her at last. He stilled for a moment of delicious agony, keeping her on the edge of fulfillment.

“Are you sore, sweetheart?”

There was a slight twinge as her hips moved, seeking more. His concern for her made her heart give a pang. “Not a bit. All I want is you.”

And he gave her what she wanted.

With a guttural groan of surrender, he thrust hard and deep, joining them completely. There was no more hesitation, no more polite concern in their lovemaking. The tenderness gave way to a ferocious coupling as he took her in fast, rough strokes that had the knot of desire inside her building yet again.

His mouth met hers in a series of frenzied kisses as he thrust in and out of her cunny, the rhythmic glide of his cock making her wild. Together, they moved, bodies entwined, skin on skin, lips sealed as they took their desperate pleasure from each other.

He swiveled his hips, moving so that he connected with her aching pearl each thrust. The friction and pressure coupled with the driving force of his cock was too much. She tightened on him, convulsions of pleasure starting deep and radiating outward. The sensation was exquisite, wave after wave of desire crashing through her as he continued to drive into her body. Her heart felt as if it would burst free of her chest, the explosion inside her almost painful, so potent was the pleasure. For a moment, she feared she had died.

But Hart was there with her, atop her, body still joined with hers, bringing her back to him. He made a raw sound of need into their kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as he fucked her even harder, his pace growing frenetic. She could not touch him enough, needing to feel his imprint on her flesh, pressing her breasts to him, wrapping her legs around his waist. She clutched at his shoulders, absorbing the strength of his muscles, feeling his body tense as his own pleasure took him.

He gave two more fierce pumps of his hips. Unlike the night before, he did not withdraw when he found his release. Instead, he sank deep, and then the warm rush of his seed flooded her. Emma held him tight as he collapsed against her, their bodies still joined. Their hearts pounded together, the damp perspiration on their skins melding, and the fierce blossom of something that felt remarkably like contentment unfurled within her breast.