Bound for Me (Be for Me #4)(13)

“That is the resort we’re at.” He chuckled, then swore crudely as half the contents of the kit spilled onto the car floor.

“Do you know them?” Savannah asked vaguely as she spread her fingers over the assorted items, hunting for any square foil packets.

“Who?”

“The Hughes family. Rex and Connor…” Ah. She’d found one. She tore into the packet with her teeth and had the condom in her fingers before she realized that he hadn’t answered. That he’d totally stiffened.

She laughed and leaned into him, kissing him as she finally got to work his zipper all the way down.

He groaned as she freed his rigid erection. She drew breath. No wonder it had felt so good to rock on him, he was huge. She wrapped her fingers around the broad, blunt tip of him, tapped down the length, tracing the thick vein on the underside.

“Sugar. I… need to…”

She laughed at his choked tone and lifted his face to kiss him again. “You don’t want me to put it on?”

“Sugar…” he sounded desperate.

Power rivered through her. He was that hot for her? As desperate as she? “Shut up and kiss me.”

The guy could kiss so damn good. He groaned and offered her his mouth. And she took it. Gloried in the way he worked it. She writhed on him again. So close. So, so close.

His hand suddenly tightened on her arm. “Give me a sec… You’re sure?”

“I want you now.” She sat back a fraction and rolled the condom down his straining cock with a deftness she had no idea she had. Must have been the desperation.

Kneeling up slightly she pulled aside her drenched panties. There was no time to get fully naked. No need. He was exactly what she wanted, where she wanted.

“Sugar—”

She slid down on him and whatever he’d been about to say was lost in his guttural groan. In her high-pitched squeal. She bit her lip, cutting off her own sound.

“Sugarlips,” he breathed harshly, lifting a hand to pull her lower lip free. “Don’t hold it back. Hold nothing back.”

“Then kiss me.” She sank onto him for a moment. Sank into his kiss.

And then, slowly, she returned to her rhythm, feeling him deep inside her. Thick and long and hard and so fantastic it was a wonder her eyes didn’t roll back in her head.

No more words. Only sighs, then ragged, rapid breathing as she worked to ride him harder and faster. In seconds it became the wildest physical connection. A literal coming together. She threw her head back, utterly abandoned as she sought her release. Holding nothing back. Unafraid to writhe, rotating on him, violently sliding up and down his hot, stiff cock.

His skillful fingers sought out her clit, rubbing enough to send her crazy. She was so full, so on the edge. She ground down on him. So hot. So deliciously hot. Sensation streamed—pleasure she hadn’t felt in so long. In ever.

“Like that?”

Like he didn’t already know the freaking answer. “More,” she moaned. “So good.”

“Yeah.” He sounded so damn sexily stunned. Like she was.

She went rigid, her muscles screaming. Too good. Too intense. The orgasm tore through her. Her mouth parted, a scream that first sounded so raw and harsh in the small space… and then went silent as her vocal cords twisted up and shook like every other muscle in her body.

The. Absolute. Best.

Sweat tracked down her face. She panted from riding him so hard. Her legs burned from the strain. But she wanted so much more. No matter that she was sore. That she was tired. She still wanted more. That orgasm had wiped her, but oh man, did she want more.

“Sorry, Sugar, I can’t hold back anymore…”

He’d been holding back?

“Don’t,” she begged feeling both anticipation and amazement. “Take what you want. Take me.”

She needed him to finish it for both of them.

He groaned, lifting his face to kiss her so hard.

Sweat slicked between them, dripped from her face to his. The tinted windows had long since steamed completely. Uncaring that the car was rocking on its wheels.

He switched his hold on her to grip her shoulders, trying to keep her rammed onto him to the hilt while bucking his hips upwards, working to f*ck her harder, harder, deeper. A furious fight to the finish, desperate to maximise the sensations, reach that ultimate pleasure. He groaned between gritted teeth with each forceful thrust up. Faster and faster, until his voice reverberated in her ears in a continuous harsh sound of a fierce man pushed to his limits. She braced herself with one hand on his chest. She could feel the racing beat of his heart and the vibrations of his pained, desperate groans.

She curled her fingers into a fist as she fell into that hot mix of pleasure all over again. And she squeezed down on him as tightly as she could.

“Fuck. Yes.” He shouted. His hands grasped her hard and he arched up into her for an endless moment of ecstasy.

Her body mirrored his, slipping so easily again into that intense storm, clenching instinctively on him again and then again—like it would never let him go.

Until no muscle in her body would work anymore and she collapsed onto him.

Long moments later she was struggling to catch her breath. She kept her eyes tightly closed, pressing her face hard into his broad shoulder as she tried to return to normal. Beneath her, his chest rapidly rose and fell as he too recovered.