Page 93 of Protecting What's Mine

“I want top,” she demanded. Needed it. Needed the control before she lost her damn mind.

“Just make it fast and hard, Dreamy. Ride my cock until we both come.”

He rolled, their legs a tangle with covers, half discarded pants, and that damn walking boot. Sprawled over his body, Mack reached for the condom in the nightstand and shredded the wrapper. Her hands were shaking when she reached for him. He noticed and steadied her. Together, in a sinful moment of intimacy, they rolled the condom onto his thick shaft.

She felt the pulse of his blood beneath the surface. Knew he wanted it as much as she did.

And took her rightful place on his cock.

“Watch,” she ordered, notching the blunt crown in place. “Watch.”

She took an inch of him. Just enough to have sweat dotting his brow, his jaw clenching. It was too much and not enough. He stared down at where they were joined.

One inch of beautiful, dirty pleasure.

“I still don’t know if I can give you more than this,” she whispered.

His eyes bored into hers. “I’ll take whatever you can give me, Mackenzie.”

That was all she could ask for.

His fingers flexed into her hips hard enough to leave prints. But she was in control. Knowing he watched her, she slid down, taking more and more of him in one slow, smooth move. Linc bowed up from the bed as the last inch found its way inside her. She could feel him filling her, feel him almost in her belly.

She gave a teasing rock of her hips.

“I’m seeing stars, Dreamy.”

The sweet again sprinkled in with the dirty. Was there anything sexier than that?

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” she promised and began to move. Rocking slowly at first, then steadily building speed. The thick slide of him in and out, veins and ridges, impossibly smooth, hot skin. He was custom-made to fuck her.

Linc ran his hands over her torso, pausing to pay special attention to her breasts.

“Get down here,” he commanded.

She complied, folding over him as he wrapped one strong arm around her. It felt so good to be this close to him. Safe and wild all at once.

He used his other hand to cup her breast and bring it to his mouth. The pleasure of his mouth on her, his cock in her, gave her too much to feel. And no way to stop and think.

She was a mass of sensation. On a quest for pleasure.

He picked up the pace, hammering into her. Her thighs quivered, and those delicate inner muscles trembled. He wasn’t kidding about more orgasms. He was about to fuck a second one out of her.

He murmured dark and dirty things against her breasts while sucking and kissing.

She gave herself over to the frenzied rhythm, forgetting about the need for control. Now she required something else. Something that was blooming in her belly like a nuclear explosion.

He grunted softly against the flesh of her breast. Her nipple growing impossibly harder in his mouth.

She opened her legs wider, letting him pummel into her, his hips thrusting in an incessant rhythm.

It was starting. She could feel it drawing up from her toes, burning everything in its path.

She spasmed around his dick, and he growled. “That’s right, Mackenzie.”

He said her name as he drove her relentlessly toward an orgasm.

“Do you want more?” he asked, his voice gravelly.