Page 49 of Screwed
“Goddamn, look at your naked breasts.” He rubbed over her nipples, which tightened into hard points. “And I fucking love how you respond.”
“It feels so good.” She pushed deeper into his palms, coiling tension rising inside her. “So good.”
She curved her hands around the back of his neck, and his hands glided up over her chest to cup her face. Their eyes met. “Beautiful, Callie.”
“Thank you.” Her heart did a little flip, and then he kissed her again, softly.
“Wanna see those perfect tits bouncing when I fuck you.”
A moan rose in her throat, heat darting low in her belly at his dirty words.
Again she ran her hands down his arms and back up, over his shoulders, then started working open the buttons of his shirt. He sucked her bottom lip, kissed her jaw, then her throat. Her head arched back as he sucked gently there. His shirt had come untucked at the Wild Turkey when he’d been fighting, and he hadn’t bothered to tuck it back into his dress pants. She shoved the fabric off his shoulders. “Oh, there.” She let out a slow breath, palms skating over his pecs and shoulders. “Oh, yeah.”
He banded an arm around her back, one hand on her waist, and she rose up to press her breasts against his chest, now skin to skin. It felt so good, amazing, a sweet rush of pleasure right between her legs.
He peeled off his shirt, and she swung one leg over to crouch beside him and work open his belt and dress pants. “Callie,” he groaned, falling back onto his elbows.
She yanked down the zipper, and he reached for her breasts again, caressing them as she slipped her hand into his pants, palming his hard length through his boxers. An electric thrill raced through her at how he felt, hot and hard and vital. He made another low noise, and she leaned over to kiss him as she rubbed his cock. He touched her face, his body quivering.
“Darlin’.” His voice came out rough. “Feel what you do to me. My cock is hard and hot for you.”
Her inner muscles squeezed, and she pressed her thighs together, trying not to whimper. She dragged her tongue over his bottom lip, then rose onto her knees and hiked up her dress. She pulled it over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her in nothing more than a pink thong.
“Christ, Callie.” He watched her with hot, avid eyes.
She reached into his pants again, but he moved, flipping her onto her back and kneeling beside her. Airwhooshedout of her lungs, and her belly did a cartwheel of excitement as he bent to kiss her lips, his hand slipping between her thighs. She parted them for him, and her body gave a lurch of pleasure as he touched her through her panties, gently petting her, squeezing. He rubbed over the silky fabric, and sensation sparked to life. Jesus, she could almost come from this alone.
He tugged down her panties, and his fingers slid into her folds. “You’re wet, darlin’.” He licked her bottom lip, then shifted to kiss her neck, her collarbone, the top curve of her breast…then her nipple. Hot, jolting desire speared through her.
“I know I’m wet.” She lifted a hand to his face as he sucked on her nipple. “Oh God, I know.”
“Tell me it’s me who gets you wet like that.”
“It’s you, Cash. It’s really you.”
His fingers slid through slick flesh, his mouth on her nipple sending streamers of pleasure straight to her womb. Her hips lifted into his hand, and when he brushed over her clit, she jerked hard.
“Oh yeah. I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.”
He continued to finger her there, finding her clit, pinching the skin around it, making her crazy with need, a primal, powerful feeling, fire streaking through her senses.
He moved to the other nipple and tugged it into his mouth. “That feels so good.” Her head tossed on the bed.
“Mmm.” He grazed one supersensitive nipple with his teeth, and her body jolted with electricity. “Sweet little nipples.”
He kissed his way down her belly until he arrived where his hand still played. He leaned over and licked her.
“Oh God!” Her hips jerked, and every nerve ending in her body jumped. He pushed a finger inside her and bent it while he licked her again, and again, stroking over her outer lips with his tongue, then deeper, and then right over her clit. The pressure of his finger inside her along with his tongue on her clit made heat spiral through her. Hot prickles of sensation swirled in her bloodstream. The flames licked higher and hotter, and a cry fell from her lips as pleasure exploded, sweeping through her from head to heels.
“Oh yeah, good girl. Love making you come so hard.”
Her thighs quivered, and she panted for breath as Cash rolled to the side to shove off his pants. Then he was back, kneeling between her thighs, and she studied him with heavy eyes. Lord have mercy, he was beautiful—wide at the shoulders, narrow at waist and hips, lean enough to see every gorgeous muscle beneath his tanned skin. She watched him roll on a condom, and then he edged closer.
Their eyes met, his dark and beautiful and intense. Her lips parted. He lifted one of her thighs and pushed it back, his other hand guiding the head of his cock to her center. He rubbed up and down. “Nice and wet,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to where he was about to enter her. “So pretty, Callie. I’m dying to fuck you.”
“I’m dying, too. Please. I need you inside me.” Her hips lifted to him.
He was broad and hard, her body slowly yielding as he impaled her. A cry rose to her lips at the incredible sensation.
