Fire & Dark (The Night Horde SoCal Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

unused to fucking in public, he returned his attention to the very demanding woman on his cock.
     
    A hesitant, young voice squeaked, “I…I…um…need napkins.”
     
    “Then fucking get ‘em!” Pilar shouted through her labored breath. “Then get the fuck out, perv!”
     
    No one had ever retrieved a box of napkins more quickly.
     
    The interruption had not quelled Pilar’s driving demand or Connor’s enthusiasm for it. He could feel his finish gathering in his balls, and she was still chanting, “More, more, more.” So he threw her legs over one shoulder and leaned over her, pushing his arms under her and hooking his hands over her shoulders. With her bound up tightly and pushed firmly against him, he pistoned into her as hard and fast as he physically could.
     
    “Fuck yeah!” she yelled. She grabbed her tits and twisted her nipples sharply, and then, thank all the saints, she was coming. He could feel it; her body clamped down all around him, the muscles around his cock, against his chest, under his hands, all of them tensing to marble rigidity. Her face went dark. With all of the talking and yelling she’d been doing, he’d expected fireworks for her big finish, but she was still and silent, as completely clenched as he’d ever seen.
     
    When she finally relaxed, all at once, he stopped holding himself off. Keeping up the same frenetic pace, he went at her until that perfect moment of beautiful, empty-headed ecstasy took him over.
     
    Fuck, that was hot.
     
    When he could pay attention again, he looked down at her. She was completely relaxed and smiling. Her wild hair was spread out around her head like a halo. She had amazing eyes, a brown so light they were almost gold, rimmed with chocolate. Her lashes were thick, dark, and long—naturally or from makeup, he didn’t know, but they framed those flashing gold lights and made her look hardly real. If she had been lying anywhere but on the metal lid of a freezer in a bar’s storeroom with her clothes bunched and twisted around her, she might have looked like a mystical creature.
     
    But they were here, in the real world.
     
    “That what you wanted?”
     
    She laughed and stretched, that beautiful, sinewy body writhing, and his exhausted cock twitched inside her at the sight. “It’ll definitely do.”
     
    With a pat to her tight little ass, he pulled out and set her legs down. She sat up, and he pulled off the condom.
     
    As he tied it off, she said, “You’re not cut.”
     
    “Hmm?” He looked up, not sure what she meant. As an answer she nodded at his uncircumcised cock. Ah. “No. That a problem?”
     
    “Not at all. It’s a great cock.” She grinned and jumped off the freezer to pull up her jeans. “Really great. I just don’t see a lot natural cocks in American men your age.”
     
    There were a lot of questions to be asked about that statement, but Birthday Barbie’s nasty little Grandpa comment kicked him in the head first. Christ, he was having a tough time with chicks tonight. “My age?”
     
    “Our age. You’re in your, what, early-mid thirties?”
     
    “Thirty-six.” That was feeling older tonight than it usually did.
     
    But she pointed her thumb at her chest. “Thirty. Our age. The whole circumcision controversy didn’t really take off until the turn of the century, so it’s mostly twenty-somethings who aren’t cut.”
     
    Connor was damn sure circumcision had never in his life been a topic for post-coital chat. But with this chick, it seemed totally reasonable. “You see a lot of twenty-something dick?”
     
    She pulled her t-shirt over her head. “You see a lot of twenty-something pussy?”
     
    He laughed—a real laugh, from his gut. It felt good. This chick, man. This chick. “Touché.”
     
    She was grinning up at him, those golden eyes flashing, her hands on her hips, and he just acted without thinking. He slid a hand around her neck, into her hair, and bent down to kiss her. Not a sex