Page 52 of Ripping the Odds

“Yeah?”

“Did you bring your gun to bed, or are you just happy to see me?” She wiggled her butt back and forth over my hard length.

“Keep doing that, and you’ll find out.”

“Challenge accepted.”

The little minx doubled down, grinding against me.

“Pru, you need to stop.”

She didn’t, so I tried a different approach.

“Baby, you’re hurt.”

“Not hurt,” she whined. “Aching.”

My body locked up tight. Was she saying what I thought she was saying? I’d stopped us from having sex whenever we got close, even though my cock threatened to revolt. In my defense, I thought she needed time to get used to the idea of us, since I’d gone balls to the wall after she was released from rehab. Apparently, I was mistaken.

“I’m ready, Zakhar.”

My name from her lips was a cross between a purr and a pant. She was sinfully delicious, and I was a bastard who was going to hell for even considering giving in to what we both wanted. Point blank, I was at the end of a severely frayed rope, holding on by a literal thread.

“Please.”

Shit. Game over.

“Do you have a headache? Nausea? Blurred vision?” I asked, rolling her to her back without jostling her too much.

“No, no, and no.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not.” She frowned. “My head is a little tender if I touch it, but the headache went away after I slept.”

“Promise?”

Instead of answering, Pru cupped my face and crushed her mouth to mine, snapping the last of my restraint. My tongue swept her lower lip, then surged inside. The kiss grew frantic in nature. She pushed, I pulled, almost like we couldn’t get close enough. For me, that was absolutely the case. I wanted to drown in her after denying myself for so long.

Her moans filled the air as my fingers tweaked her nipple before heading south. I gripped the thin strings of her lace panties and yanked. The fabric snapped easily, giving me unfettered access to what I wanted most—her pussy. It was hot and wet, but that wasn’t good enough. I wanted her drenched. Two fingers pushed deep into her core while my thumb played with her little pearl. She was so fucking tight, I couldn’t wait to feel the way her inner walls would strangle my cock. Twisting my wrist, I eased a third inside, stretching her open. I moved in and out. Slow and steady. Pru squirmed beneath me, chasing her release.

I was so enthralled with watching the way her body reacted to my touch that I didn’t notice her movements until it was too late. Her hand dove under my boxer and wrapped around the base of my cock. I sucked in a ragged breath as she began stroking from root to tip.

“Fuck, Pru,” I grunted. “Harder.”

“Like this?” She tightened her grip even though her fingers didn’t fully wrap around my girth.

“Just like that.”

“You’re huge.”

I knew what she was thinking. “It’ll fit, baby. Trust me.”

“I do.”

We moved in tandem, driving each other closer and closer to the edge. When her orgasm hit, I kissed her hard, swallowing every ounce of her pleasure. I reached down, covering her hand to still her movements.

“What are you––”