Blacklisted (Loveless, Texas #3) - Jay Crownover Page 0,81

it when she did that, a lot. I bent my head so I could find her mouth. In the dark, I caught her chin first and kissed it until she giggled. It was such a carefree sound, considering the mess she’d been when I broke into her bathroom earlier. I would never classify myself as any kind of hero, but I felt like I saved the damn world when I could make her forget about her bad day and focus on something else.

I growled against her lips when her questing fingers found their way between my legs and skated over the supersensitive orbs tucked away down there. My balls were already pulled tight with desire, and I could feel them pulse with pleasure when her fingertips danced across the tender surface. When she was done playing and I was on the brink of losing my mind, I gave her an almost punishing kiss and maneuvered her so she fell backward onto her bed. She landed with a gasp and another giggle.

Instead of following her down to the mattress, I moved to her mirrored nightstand so I could dig protection out of the drawer. Once I was suited up and ready to go I moved back to the bed. To my surprise, in the shadows filtering through the darkened space, I could just make out that Presley was touching herself with her long, pale fingers. I instantly regretted not turning on the light because that was a show I didn’t want to miss a second of. I heard her let out a breathy sigh and felt my body respond. Anticipation clenched tight at the base of my spine, and heat pounded through my cock.

Shifting so I could smooth a hand along the outside of her toned thigh, I caught hold of her hip and guided her to flip over so she was on her stomach. She made an alarmed sound and turned to look at me questioningly over her shoulder. I tugged her hips up so she was on her hands and knees in front of me, and I nearly lost it at the overtly sexy sight she made.

Gruffly I told her, “Keep touching yourself.” It was hard to get words out when all the blood in my body felt like it had shot to my dick.

She made a little sound of embarrassment but did as I ordered. She braced herself on one hand and let her head fall forward so that her face was hidden by her long, reddish hair. I put my hand on the elegant line of her spine and dragged it down to the small of her back. I repeated the motion until I felt some of the tension leave her body. Soon, the slick sound of her fingers touching all the delicate, hidden parts of her body whispered through the room.

Using my thumb to press the base of my erection down, I lined myself up with her heated and damp opening. My fingers dug into the curve of her hips as I pressed myself into her body. She moved her fingers so she was touching the tiny bud of pleasure hidden within her velvety folds. We both moaned long and loud once I was fully seated inside of her. The backs of her fingers brushed erotically along my cock as I started to thrust.

I closed my eyes and swore when I felt her body clench around mine, surrounding me in liquid heat and warmth. We fit together like we were made to do this with one another. Inside of her was quickly becoming my favorite place to be. When Presley started to press back against me, when she started to move in tandem to my thrusts, I quickly lost any kind of rhythm and started pounding into her in a totally uncivilized way. It was a good thing she was vocal about how much she enjoyed the increasingly rough handling; otherwise, I would’ve worried it was all too much for her to do anything about.

The sound of our bodies colliding was incredibly satisfying. The faster I moved, the more breathless and frantic she became. It wasn’t long before I was engulfed in the heated flood of her release. She gasped my name and fell forward, her forehead hitting the mattress as her body convulsed and throbbed languidly around mine. I kept moving, that coiled tension sitting low in my spine, slowly spreading outward as gratification lit my blood on fire. Once the last ounce of satisfaction