His heart rate rattled and thumped wildly. Every breath just as haggard. A sweet ache in the pit of his stomach told him she was the one.
Fuck.
He pulled his gaze away from her. “Just feel, sweetheart. Let me carry you away. Trust me.” Though he didn’t recommend it. Tying her to him meant she’d lose in the long run. He was broken and unable to love. Offering her all of him meant more than he could sign on for.
As he spoke, his lips moved against hers. He captured her moaned acceptance as he delved into the sweet confines of her delicious mouth.
With an arm around her waist, he held her close and groaned when her fingers tightened in his hair as he took their kiss deeper. He slowly relented control and gave over to her curious exploring.
She met his thrusts as he drove into her long and slow.
He pulled out and peered down his chest to see the crest of his cock slip from her channel, her swollen folds parted around him.
Spread wide, he ran the tip of his cock along her seam and groaned when the scent of her arousal hit him full force. It was all he could do not to slam into and ride her hard, all finesse shoved aside for another time.
He reached beneath her and cupped her ass, angling her up, and in one thrust settled his full length in her tight sheath. Muscles trembled around him and nails bit into shoulders.
He rose to his knees, and blue eyes warmed a point on his chest and begged him to look her way. He could feel what she wanted without the words. His breath quickened, and his heart damn near tumbled out of his chest. But he kept his gaze glued to his cock as Remy took him into her body.
He was breathing harshly.
He eased back and thrust home.
“Like what?”
He worked his dry throat while she took all of him into her.
“What?” He brought his eyes up to hers. How could this woman keep any thought straight at a time like this? What did he miss?
Remy waited patiently, watching, hopeful and waiting. “Don’t look at you how? Like I want you to promise you’ll erase all my memories of sex with anyone else?” She reached between their bodies and wrapped her delicate fingers around the part of his dick that wasn’t inside her.
Sweet heavens. He growled a deep sound of pleasure and nearly lost control when he pushed back in. Her channel clenched around him, replacing the tight grip of her hand. She nearly had his eyes rolling out of his head.
“God you fucking kill me, woman.”
“Seems fair, don’t you think?”
Her mouth moved to say something else but he kissed her like he was possessed.
He broke away only enough to gaze down into her face and watch the ecstasy wash over her expression as he buried himself deeper. She gathered handfuls of cotton as he tightened his fingers around her sun-kissed thighs and did it all over again.
“You want to come for me, baby?”
“Yes,” she gasped, sinking her fingers into his hair.
Fuck.
He pushed to his knees, pulled her in closer, her legs wrapped around his waist. His efforts returned with a deep moan and the sight of her beautiful breasts thrust in the air sent a surge of blood south to engorge his cock, stretching her more.
He’d meant to take things slow. Enjoy a nice plane ride, show her the sights while she performed her job as a wildlife veterinarian. The second her pink lips wrapped around his shaft at three thousand feet over the national reserve, slow was no longer an option, and his meticulously laid out plan to distance himself took a steep nosedive.
“God, woman, you’re so fucking tight and wet. Fuck... so wet.”
He hauled her into his arms to rest on his spread thighs. She sank deeper onto his shaft, and he marveled at how the dusky tips of her breasts beaded under the soft, warming sunlight.
Anchoring her thighs tight around his, and with his hands firmly around her waist, he lifted, driving in as she tightened her hold with her thighs. Ethan spoke her name on a whisper. Just like yesterday, she loved taking control as much as she loved giving it.
He rewarded her wicked, daring look with a flicker of a smile. “If you make me come too fast, I’ll fuck you again and this time, I won’t untie you until I’ve had my fill.” It would kill him, steal every ounce of control he harbored but anything to see the look of pure, unabashed ecstasy in those deep blue eyes.
Desperate, he ground his knees into the bed and fought the urge to come until every breath they took came out ragged and torn and they were both coated in a fine sheen of sweat. Tiny claws raked over his shoulders and back. He drove into her harder, earning him a few more love marks. His balls drew tight against his body.
Remy’s head fell back and the loud scream of release came just in time. Hot ribbons of his milk released into the confines of the condom as her pussy ripped with her release around his shaft, extending his orgasm.
After long seconds, with her hands pressed into his shoulders, Remy let her head fall against her shoulder. Hand to God, the sun caught her raven hair in a way that made him swear he had an angel in his arms.
They fell into the awaiting mound of pillows and he pulled her in close until she rested on his chest. Before long she moved away and rolled him to his stomach, climbing on top. She began that maddening play she did with her fingers along the tattoo over his back. A sprawl of black ink that formed a swirl of roses and a skull seemed to mesmerize her. The more she traced the lines with the delicate fingers the more he wanted her.
“Does it count if we come together or do you still want to punish me for making you come?” He could hear the smile in her voice.
He roared with laughter and pulled her up until he could take her mouth with a slow kiss. Her heart raced against his chest and when she pulled back he saw the hungry look in her eyes that filled him with the insane need to come so deep in her leaving him wouldn’t be an option.
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RED HOT SERIES
Red Hot Christmas Virgin
Red Hot Naughty Vixen
Red Hot Dirty Rebel
STANDALONES
Unwrapping His Christmas Virgin
Guarding Their Valentine
Hard Irish Mobster
Dirty Little Blackmailer
DIRTY LITTLE DARES
The Professors’ Sweet Treat
The Professor’s Bought Bride
The Professor’s Sweet Virgin
HAREM OF THREE
Mercy for Three
Honor for Three
HER SAVAGE MOUNTAIN MEN
Her Savage Mountain Man
Claimed by Her Mountain Man
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Mated by the Alpha
Forever Mated
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Penelope Wylde is the dirty-talking, sometimes sweet and most-times naughty alter ego of a rebellious Southern belle who loves writing smutty, sexy romances that are quick and extra filthy.
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