Page 60 of Hungry As Her Python

Then his sweats were pushed down, and the blunt head of his cock slid along my slick folds.

I bit back a cry.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he hissed against my mouth.

Of course I was.

He was hotter than the sun, and I’d been aching for this for weeks.

“No more sweet talk, Con. Fuck me already,” I demanded, my voice a ragged mix of need and surrender.

“I can do that, Ssssugar,” he hissed.

One sharp thrust and he was inside me, stretching me, filling me until I could hardly breathe.

My nails dug into his shoulders, clinging as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me.

“That’s my girl,” he growled, moving with that sinuous, powerful rhythm that made my vision blur. “Give it all to me.”

It didn’t take long—my orgasm hit like a lightning strike, my body clenching around him in desperate, pulsing waves.

My legs went shaky, but Conrad wasn’t done.

He set me down just long enough to spin me toward the wall, planting my palms flat on the cool surface.

His hands gripped my hips, tugging me back against him until I was perfectly positioned.

Then he drove into me again.

The sound he made—a deep, animalistic hiss-slash-growl—rolled through me like thunder.

He leaned forward, caging me in as he whispered things in my ear that would make a Demon blush, each word punctuated by a sharp thrust.

When he fisted my ponytail and turned my head for a kiss mid-stroke, I nearly came again on the spot.

And then I did. Hard.

My whole body trembled as I clenched around him, and moments later, he followed with a guttural groan, spilling deep inside me.

I sagged against the wall, panting, wondering how the hell I was supposed to get upstairs on legs made of jelly.

Conrad, apparently, had no doubts.

He wiped me clean with a warm, wet paper towel—sweet, surprisingly tender—and when I started to fumble for words, he cut me off with a wicked smirk.

“That was—” I began.

“Only the first round, Sugar. I hope you had a good dinner,” he said, scooping me up princess-style before kissing me until my head spun all over again.

I let out a breathless laugh.

“Not really.”

“Guess I’ll have to feed you between rounds,” he murmured, carrying me toward the stairs like I weighed nothing.

He kissed me the second his feet hit the first stair. And he didn’t stop. Not until we made it to the bedroom.

By the time he finally lifted his head, I was limp, lusty, and grinning like a fool.