Page 124 of The Right Wrong Promise

Almost as much as I love her grip, the way she wrings me out, pulling every drop of come from my balls.

Her head falls back in the pillows, her hair a splash of haloed sunshine.

“Right there!” she breathes, urging me on.

“Yeah? You like being fucked this hard? You like coming on this cock?” I roll her nipple between my fingers until she clenches, so good and tight I see stars.

“Yes!”

My hips roll, working faster and deeper.

My pubic bone hits her clit, pushing her on to the sweetest apocalypse.

Growling, I grab her chin and tilt her face up until she gives me those sapphire blue eyes.

“Tell me what you want, baby, and you’ll get it. You’ll take it, good girl, real sweet for me. I know you’ll be so fucking good for this cock.”

“Y-yes! I will,” she whimpers. “So good, Kane. Anything you want.”

I do want.

So many things.

There are somanyawful, indecent things I want to do with her.

But for now, we just fuck, knowing this has to be quick and discreet because the kids will be up in half an hour or so.

Getting involved was a terrible idea—a stupid damn move—but not because it’s bound to complicate everything.

Because now all I want is to take her on every surface and beat her pussy to kingdom come.

Because I want to hear my name on her lips like a prayer.

Because I’m addicted to this girl, and every taste leaves me fiending more, burning to mark her down to the soul.

I thought I was beyond this high school bravado shit.

I thought being a thirty-something dad means you don’t get in this deep with a woman anymore.

I figured a man calmed down with age and experience, shedding his carnal obsessions and psychotic sexy thoughts.

In one night, she blew that to pieces, scattering everything I thought I knew as a single dad who lives responsibly to the four winds.

Just like the way she’s demolishing me right now, her pussy wrapped around my cock, pulling the pleasure out of me every time I thrust deep.

I catch her scream against my hand just in time, and she convulses, pouring raging fire up my spine.

I come so fucking hard I think I’m inside out.

I spill my nut in this woman and face-plant on eternity itself.

No, this isn’t regret.

Not even close.

Sully Bay isn’ta big place, but it’s lively enough to keep the kids entertained.

After we reluctantly pried ourselves off the bed and cleaned up, the kids were already downstairs, clamoring to go back into town.