Page 69 of Risks of Temptation

I kneel on the sides of her body, pull her ass on top of my thighs, and slowly inch in and out of her.

"Oh God," she whispers.

"Do you like that?"

"It's so good."

My dick is only halfway in her. I want to stay slow, teasing her, but I also want to pound her as hard as possible.

Patience. The sound of her whimpers alone is worth the wait.

I fill her up more, continuing to give it to her, then take it away slowly.

"Malin, oh God."

I speak in French for the rest of the time. "I own your pussy, ma belle. Every clench, every spasm."

"Malin, oh...oh..." She reaches behind her with one hand and grabs my thigh, digging her nails into my flesh.

I thrust fully into her. I slide my hand under her stomach and onto her clit, stroking her with the same speed.

She groans, and tiny tremors move through her.

I lean over her, one elbow next to her arm, and murmur in her ear, "I'm a selfish bastard. I love how you've never wanted another man's cock in you but can't seem to get enough of mine."

Her cheek burns with fire. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, opening and closing with each beautiful breath. "I'm gonna...oh...oh...," she cries out, and her eyes roll.

"That's my girl. And now we're ready, because I'm dying to pound you with everything I've got." I take my finger that was on her clit and slide it over her lips. She hungrily licks it.

"You're a dirty little surprise," I praise her then stick it in her mouth.

She sucks it, but it slips out of her mouth from her cries when I thrust into her harder.

I tug at her nipple and turn her chin, ravishing her mouth, as if it were her hot sex, faintly tasting her orgasm on her tongue.

I've never heard the sounds she makes when her walls spasm on my cock and her body quakes underneath mine. They're delicious pieces of heaven, and I'd pay money to hear them all day.

My name echoes over the river, and adrenaline rushes through my veins faster than the current. I hammer into her harder, an animal in heat, needing every last piece of her.

She never stops wailing in ecstasy. Her nails dig and scratch my thigh so deep, she draws blood. Trapped under my body, she squirms, basking in her pleasure.

I release into her, pulling her nipple harder, growling obscenities in French in her ear.

I collapse over her, sweating, panting, dizzy from the power she holds over me.

She relaxes her hand and opens her eyes.

I kiss her and go back to English. "We need to get ready to leave. Let's bathe first." I help her up and off the rock. "I'll grab the toiletries. Sit here for a minute. The water is moving fast. I don't want you in it by yourself."

"Okay," she breathlessly replies.

Her lips beckon me again, and this time, I kiss her deeply, slide my fingers to her clit, and make her come again.

She digs her nails into my shoulders and whimpers.

I groan and pull away. "Don't move." I get the bag and come back to her.

She takes my hand, and we wade in the water until it's up to her shoulders. I pull her into me, and she pretzels her limbs around my waist and shoulders. The cool water does nothing to stop the heat penetrating from her body to mine.