pleasure. He sank into her one slow inch at a time, savoring the sensation and memorizing the sight of his cock entering her. She was so hot and tight, making him work for it with the clenching of her channel, making it impossible to remain still, even if she’d allow it.
She didn’t. Her movements demanded he keep his promise to take her hard and deep.
He obeyed, hips pistoning, her slick inner muscles clamping down on him, an exquisite fist opening and closing, delivering pleasure so extreme it consumed him in merciless white heat. Allowed him only enough free will to find her clit and ensure her release before the ruthless grip of her channel forced the seed from his body in a hot rush to mind-blowing ecstasy.
If she hadn’t been braced against the door, he might have collapsed to the floor and taken her with him. He leaned against her, chest pressed to her back and eyes closed.
“Am I going to need to call the paramedics here?” she asked.
He managed a smile against her neck. “Give me a minute then you can use mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to revive me.”
“Mouth-to-mouth? Or mouth-to-dick?”
The thought of the second energized him enough to stand upright, to snag his shoulder rig before guiding her to the bed for a horizontal collapse. He positioned her back against his chest, locking her to him with a draped arm and a leg over hers.
A warm breeze drifted over his skin and the cop in him took charge, noting the open window and the single change of clothing tossed onto the scarred desk. He could hear the hum of air-conditioning going full blast in the rooms on either side of them, but like her, he preferred fresh air, even if it came with sultry, Southern heat.
He nuzzled her ear, the smooth curve of her buttocks against his cock starting to revive it. “You going to make this easy on both of us and tell me who you’re running from? Or am I going to have to get tough?”
Khemirra laughed. Damn if he wasn’t irresistible despite the subject he seemed determined to pursue.
She shifted position so she was on her back, smiling with feminine pleasure when his eyes went instantly to her breasts and darkened with desire. She couldn’t help herself, playing with him was too much fun. She touched her forefinger to a nipple, circling it lazily as she asked, “Like what you see, Conner?”
He rose onto an elbow and leaned over, taking the nipple between his lips, lashing it with his tongue and sending molten need straight to her cunt before he began sucking.
His hand followed the wave of heated desire, smoothing over her belly before capturing her swollen clit, squeezing and stroking until she was lifting her hips off the mattress, pleading for more of the pleasure she already knew he was capable of delivering.
He cupped her mound but withheld the penetration of his fingers. Scorched her with the heat of his palm, enthralled her with the rub of it against the tiny head of her clit.
She moaned as he increased the pressure, the hard pull of his mouth on her nipple translating into a hungry throb in her clit, to the building need to come. She widened her legs and canted her hips in a silent demand for him to make her climax. He lifted his hand and she tried to follow it, her breath catching in protest, and then in shocked pleasure when his hand returned, giving a sharp spank to her cunt and clit.
His mouth left her breast, his face returning to hover inches above hers so he could watch her expression. He delivered a second carnal punishment before once again cupping her mound with his hand, trapping the flushed heat of need and the memory of his dominance there.
“Who are you running from and why?”
He was as bad as a wolf with a bone though unfortunately for her, the smile that thought brought gained her the minute rub of his palm over her clit and the intense desire to submit if it meant he’d cover her and fill her with his cock again.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try