The Slow Burn (Moonlight and Motor Oil #2)(38)

Now that . . .

That was a knockout.

And the feel of her sleek closing around him.

Everything.

He looked down at her round ass, the root of his cock the only thing he could see as the rest was embedded inside her. His balls drew up, his throat grew tight, and his chest depressed with fighting back the need to fuck her, hard and rough.

“Toby.”

That came shaky and he tore his gaze off his dick planted inside her pretty, wet pussy and looked to her face.

Her eyes were open and the need was again stark.

She verbalized it.

“Baby . . . please.”

“I’m not sure I can—”

“God, Toby,” she got up on her forearms and arched her back.

Jesus.

Fuck.

“Please, honey,” she begged. “Fuck me.”

His mind was torn, wanting to make this gentle and good.

But his hips responded to her plea.

They drew away, rammed in, her head flew back, that amazing golden hair went everywhere, she moaned, “God, yes,” and his mind got with the program.

He gripped her hips and took her, fucking Addie, Jesus, yes, fuck yes, fucking her fast, powering in hard, driving deep, her pussy rippling around his dick, her body rocking back into his, their flesh connecting sharply, the sounds cracking in the room.

Toby slid a hand around, bent into her, going for her clit.

“No, baby, no. I’ll go,” she breathed.

“I want you to go,” he growled, touched her clit with his middle finger, and instantly found she had not lied.

She got up on her hands, reared back into him, hair again flying, and she cried out, “Toby,” her pussy a fist spasming around his dick.

Good Christ.

She was . . . fucking . . . phenomenal.

He fucked her faster, harder, staying at her clit.

“Yes, oh God, yes, baby,” she whimpered, slamming back into him, her thighs bound together with her jeans, his finger tight against her clit, her movements wild, hurried, desperate, urging him to go at her faster, rougher.

So he did.

God, fucking beauty.

She dropped down again, reaching both arms forward, another offering, pussy, ass, hair, everything.

All that was her, he wasn’t going to be able to hold.

“Fuck, Addie,” he grunted.

“Fuck me, Toby, keep fucking me,” she begged breathlessly, crashing back into him, either having the longest orgasm in history or multiples that didn’t seem to be stopping.

He didn’t care.

He wanted her to go . . .

Go . . .

Go.

“Fuck, baby,” he snarled, now pounding into her, the feeling gathering in his balls, thumping down his cock—huge, colossal, so massive, if it wasn’t Addie taking his fucking, it might freak him.

“Yes,” she whispered, whipping her hair around to look over her shoulder at him. “Yes, Toby.”

He caught her beautiful blue eyes, saw the look in them, hot and hungry and openly loving taking his cock.

He couldn’t hold back.

Toby closed his own eyes, rammed in to the root, arching into her, and exploded on a muted roar.

Coming inside Addie

Buried inside Adeline.

Fucking finally connected to his Adeline.

Best ever.

The fucking best he’d ever had.

Fingers wrapped around her hips, Toby was taking her gently when he came down, righted his frame, his neck, and looked back to her.

She was cheek to the bed, eyes to him, pussy sleek and tight and warm, accepting the caress of his dick.

“Hey,” she whispered.

Jesus.

His Adeline.

He felt his lips hitch. “Hey.”

“So, well, at this juncture,” she started, her voice breathy, sweet and hot, “I think it goes without saying, I’ve been into you for a while.”

That made him grin as he glided in, stayed in, watched her face get soft (or softer) when she took all of him, he liked that one serious fuck of a lot, nearly as much as he liked being planted inside her, and he replied, “Same.”

“Um, it’s best for the general population that you continue to keep that body under wraps,” she advised. “I think I had a mini-orgasm just when you took off your shirt. But your dick . . .”

She let that hang.

But it made him smile, bend over her sliding his hands up her sides, and he wasn’t a fan of his fingers drifting over her ribs and feeling how deep the ridges went, but he ignored it, took his hands from her and put his forearms in the bed when he got as close to her face as he could get.

“I like your bra,” he shared.

“Hmm,” she mumbled.

“And your ass.”

“Well . . .”

“And you got a very pretty pussy.”

“What every girl is dying to hear,” she teased.

He smiled at her again.

Then he got serious.

“Babe, we need to talk.” He took one hand from the bed and ran it down her ribs. “And you need to eat.”

“Tobe—”

He lifted up, pulled out, hiked his jeans over his hips then reached to her, pulled her up to just her knees, and nabbed her panties with her jeans to hike them over hers.

“Deal with this condom,” he said in her ear, sliding his arms around her to hug her to his chest. “Then we’re going to the kitchen.”