Tristan & Danika Book 3 - Page 58

I glanced down, watching as I slid in and out, watching my c**k pull out until just the thick head remained lodged inside.

My eyes flicked to her heaving chest, slick with sweat, her br**sts so high and lovely.

I met her stunned gaze as I crammed back into her brutally.

She screamed, and I lost my mind, f**king her hard, harder, jamming into her, dragging out roughly, again and again, mindless with l.u.s.t.

She was so tight that I felt like I was stretching her with every mad drive, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

I gripped her h*ps in both of my hands and bounced her forcefully on my c.o.c.k.

She screamed louder, and I kept f**king her in earnest.

She was so close that she was starting to clench on me in antic.i.p.ation.  I didn’t let up.

I bit softly on her lower lip as she came apart in my arms.

That, I thought, that right there is what I need.  The ability to fulfill her needs, the power to make her weak, weak enough to lean on me.

Mine, my heart cried out to her.

I didn’t stop, riding out her clenching walls and her digging nails.

I shouted and cursed as legs shaking, back bowed I hit the end of her one last time, and erupted deep inside of her with explosive force, clenched so tight that I could feel each rough pull of se**n being milked out of my pulsating c**k by our combined efforts.

I came and came, so far gone that I felt shaky with it.  Even my vision went fuzzy for a few long, intense moments.

I slid us both to the ground, pulling out of her on the way.

Laying her gently on her back, I propped myself above her.  I spread her limp thighs with a light touch, fingering her s.e.x.

I’d spilled in her twice already, and trails of liquid were running down her thighs.  Watching her face, I shoved some of that errant fluid back inside of her, my thoughts on our lack of protection.

It wasn’t that it’d slipped my mind.  On the contrary, I’d noticed that even on that first time at the ranch, when I’d lost every ounce of sane thought.  How not?  Being bare inside of her was my own little kind of heaven, and the fact that she hadn’t protested at the time, well, that I’d chalked up to the fact that the l.u.s.t had made her lose all control, like it had me.

But she hadn’t said so much as a word about it the next time, either.

Or the next.

And neither had I.

For my part, I had no motivation to so much as mention it.  I was clean, and knew she would be.  As for getting pregnant, I figured she was on the pill, but the fact was, even if she wasn’t, I didn’t care.

That wasn’t true.  I cared.  I wanted her off the pill.  I wanted her to get pregnant.

Right or wrong, I’d never stopped wanting that.  I doubted I ever would.

Things were still unsettled between us, but I couldn’t even pretend not to wish for some small chance I could have gotten her pregnant.  I wanted that.  I was more than ready to try my hand at being a father.

And there was only one woman I’d ever have considered for the role of mother to my children.

She gasped and turned her face away.  “Oh G.o.d, Tristan.  What are we doing?”

“I don’t know, but neither of us work tomorrow, so we’re about to do it for two days straight, whatever we want to call it.”

She didn’t even look like she’d heard me.  In fact, she looked like she was drifting off.

I sprawled onto my back beside her.  “I have to say, I’m tempted to sleep right here on the floor.  Seems easier than trying to move at the moment.”

She snorted.

“What?  You can’t move either.  Admit it.”

“I could move, if I wanted to,” she said, a hint of a smile in her voice.

I turned my face to look at her.  “Prove it.  I bet you can’t even get up right now.”

“You and your bets,” she said, but she’d started moving, rolling onto her side.

She’d never admit it, but the woman couldn’t turn her back on a dare to save her life.

It took her a minute, but she made it onto her stomach, and then pushed up with her hands, dragging her legs underneath her.

Slowly, giving me a h.e.l.l of a view, she rose onto her elbows and knees.

She braced herself there, facing away from me

And the view she gave me right then.  Jesus.

I bit my own fist I was so turned on by the sight.

I wasn’t tired anymore.  Every part of me woke right up, and in fact, one particular part went to great lengths to rise to the occasion.

I’m not proud of this, but that was the precise moment when my errant c**k decided that it had to be buried in her tight little a.s.s in a hurry.

Everything was just lined up so perfectly.  She was relaxed to the point of limp, natural lube was dripping down her thigh with every shift of her body.  Who could resist?  Not me.  Not f**king likely.

She hadn’t quite worked herself into a crawl when I covered her, my chest pushing into her back.

She reared up.  “You’ve got to be kidding me!” she said, not quite stifling a laugh.

I was already parting her thighs from behind, dragging me c**k against her, using the moisture between her legs to make my member slick.  I grabbed a bit of extra moisture, dragging it up to her back entrance.

That’s when she got the picture.  “Oh,” she uttered softly, then held perfectly still.

I didn’t ask for permission, just moved into position and started to enter her.  “Tell me if it gets to be too much,” I gasped, working to get my tip in.  That first shocking inch would be the challenge.

It wasn’t easy.  She was not accustomed to this, and her body was firmly closed against me.

I reached between us, burying two fingers in her pu**y.  I started to move them, and as she accepted my fingers, her back gave just enough to let me push my throbbing tip into her.

After that, I was able to sink into her, going as slow as I could stand.  I was big, and I knew it wouldn’t be easy for her to take me like this, but with patience I was able to sink in a few aching, precious inches.

“Am I hurting you, sweetheart?” I groaned, finger f**king her hard, because that seemed to soften the rest of her.

She couldn’t even speak, just writhing and moaning below me.

I could live with that.  What I couldn’t live with was the superhuman control it took not to start f**king her a.s.s harder.

With a rough grunt, I thrust in another intense inch, and then another.  I stopped when I had a thought.