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Rocket

L ike I’m going to resist that offer.

Not when it’s been fucking days since I’ve had her.

Not after seeing her in that tight-ass top and jeans that hug her curves.

And especially not after the high of a fucking killer show. All I want to do is bury myself in her tight fucking pussy and come until my head dizzies and my balls empty.

There’s nothing gentle about our coming together. Not the scrape of her fingernails down my back or the way I peel her jeans down to her mid-thigh.

And definitely not the way I feel when I see those red lace panties, which are nothing more than strings and lace fucking tucked against my fucking heaven.

“Christ, Wills.”

“Red’s your favorite color, right?” she teases as she yanks on the buttons of my pants.

“Right behind the pink of your pussy,” I murmur as my hand dives into her hair and brings her against me.

I want to touch her everywhere. Fuck her everywhere. Lick her everywhere.

And if the trolley cart and voices outside the locked door are any indication, time is limited.

“Pink? Is that so?” she asks coyly as she makes a show of pushing against my chest to give her space.

Of wriggling her jeans farther down her legs to her knees.

And of slowly turning around and bending over so I have the perfect fucking view.

Her ass. Her pussy. The goddamn arousal glistening in the dim lights.

“Fucking hell,” I groan.

She looks over her shoulder at me, eyes alive and lips curved up in a smile. “Fuck me like a rock star, Rocket.”

I stroke my cock, my mind already three steps ahead of my hand jacketing it up.

“Is that what you want?” I tease as I line up my cock at her slit and rub it through her wetness.

She wiggles her ass against me. My balls tighten at the sight, scent, and anticipation.

This woman will be my undoing.

And I’m fucking here for it.

I slap a hand on the globe of her ass and her pussy tightens around the top of my cock as I push into her.

Bliss. Absolute fucking bliss. The way I fit inside her. The way she grips me. The way my balls fit against her clit. The way my hand pulls against her shoulder to force myself deeper into her.

And more than anything, the way she fucking groans my name like I’m heaven and hell. Like I’m salvation and sin. Like I’m tomorrow and forever.

Her fingertips grip the couch as I drive into her, every thrust a little harder than the last.

She meets me stroke for stroke, squeezing me tight, daring me to lose control, to come undone the way she’s unraveling beneath my hands.

I move my hand from her shoulder to her hair, grabbing a fistful, just the way she likes. I pull her upright so she’s flush with my chest. She arches against me—ass, back, one hand reaching back to grip my thigh in a greedy show of possession that’s hot as fuck.

My mouth’s at her ear, breath hot, as I pound into her. “You want it like this? Harder? Faster? Deeper?”

She gasps as I show her what I mean. Each slap of skin’s an assault on our senses. Every drive in is one step closer to oblivion.

“I don’t care but don’t you dare fucking stop,” she grates out as her hips circle against me in a reckless rhythm.

My other hand slips between her thighs, thumb pressed to her clit, circling, pressing, demanding. She flinches and moans, the sound rough and desperate, and I feel her pulse around me, a ripple that rises and falls, and then rises again.

I’m fucking gone at the sound. Absolutely gone as it shatters my restraint. I flex against her, my body burning bright as the sounds, sights, and sensations overwhelm me. Control me. Push me to the edge of no control.

She pushes back into me even harder, mouth open and head thrown back as her orgasm hits. Yes is a never-ending word from her lips as her body rocks and pussy spasms around my cock.

It only takes seconds for me to follow. For me to shatter to fucking pieces, coming so goddamn hard my head dizzies and vision goes black.

It’s her. Every goddamn thing is different with her.

That’s my last thought, my only thought, as the world goes soft around me. We collapse onto the couch together, me on the bottom and her sitting on me, my front to her back. Our breathing is hard, and our hearts are racing as I slowly slip out of her.

But I don’t let her go just yet. I wrap my arms around her and rest my chin on her shoulder as I come down from the high.

“Top ten,” she pants, turning so her mussed hair hits my cheek.

“Top three,” I correct. “Hands down. Top three.”

She laughs, short and raw, then squirms to look at me. Her eyes are sex-drugged and bright. “Did I ever tell you I like you, Rocket?” She snorts. “Especially when you can deliver on what I asked for like that.”

“Fuck me like a rock star, Rocket.”

“I kind of like you too.”