Faking Ms. Right (Dirty Martini Running Club #1) - Claire Kingsley Page 0,58

I growled into her ear.

She started to reply but a hard thrust transformed her words into a breathy moan.

My dick was still achingly hard. I couldn’t get enough of her. I drove in deep, fucking her with everything I had. She was hot and wet and perfect, her pussy tight around me, her nipples dragging across my chest.

I kissed her mouth, tasting the hint of whiskey still on her tongue. Kissed down her neck to her collarbone. Still thrusting, I picked myself up so I could see her. Fuck, she had beautiful tits. She lay beneath me, skin flushed, arms overhead, her tits bouncing as I fucked her.

Leaning down, I palmed one of her tits and lapped my tongue over her nipple. I groaned, enjoying their softness. They were real. Of course they were. This was Everly. Everything about her was real.

As much as I wanted to explode inside her, these fantastic tits needed my attention. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, running the rough pad of my tongue over her hard peak. Her body reacted with a shiver, her pussy clenching tight around me.

I released her nipple with a pop and moved to the other side. She tasted so fucking good. I loved the feel of her soft tits in my mouth, her nipples against my tongue.

“Oh my god, yes,” she breathed.

I pulled out and rolled us over so I was lying on the couch, my back propped up against the side. Sitting upright, her legs straddling me, she slid back onto my cock. I held her hips, guiding her as she started to ride me.

Her luscious hips rolled and her thighs clenched as she slid up and down my hard length. I thrust up into her, burying myself deep. Reaching up, I grabbed her tits, feeling her hard pink nipples pressing into my palms. She raked her hands through my chest hair as she rode my cock hard and fast.

“Yes, Shepherd,” she said, her voice a whimper, eyes fluttering. “You feel so good.”

The pressure was agonizing but I didn’t want this to end. She leaned into my hands, lifting her hips and slamming down again while I kneaded her tits. I grunted with every movement, losing myself in the heat of her pussy. In the sight of her riding up and down my dick.

Her fingernails pinched as they dug into my chest. The heat in her pussy grew and she moved faster, grinding her clit against me every time she sank down.

I watched in awe as she started to come again. Her pussy was tight, pulsing around me, and she threw her head back, moaning.

It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen.

Somehow, watching her come all over my dick didn’t set me off. I rode the edge, holding back just enough. She was so fucking beautiful. Her movements slowed as her orgasm subsided and she paused, breathing hard.

I held her hips, groaning at the feel of her. Her glassy eyes fluttered open, her full lips parted.

“Knees,” I growled.

A wicked smile crossed her lips and she climbed off me. She got on her knees, facing the back of the couch, and arched her back. With her ass lifted, she looked over her shoulder and bit her lip.

My chest and back stung from her nails, but I fucking loved it. I smacked one of her ass cheeks, just hard enough to make her gasp.

“Again,” she said.

Who the hell was she? I smacked her again with a satisfying slap.

She gasped and giggled. “Have I been a bad girl?”

“So bad.”

“Spank me again.”

Growling, I spanked her on the other side. I was so keyed up, just a few strokes and I’d probably come all over her delicious ass. But I wanted more of that wet pussy.

I grabbed her hips and thrust inside. She arched her back, moaning as I drove into her. I fucked her hard and fast, slamming into her, my hips colliding with her ass.

We were both unfettered. Thrusting and groaning, heedless of the noise we were making. We existed in a haze of sex-fueled energy, feeding off each other.

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked back at me. “Spank me while you fuck me.”

Holy shit. I smacked her ass, amazed I didn’t come right then. My dick pulsed, but I was still on the edge.

“Harder, Shepherd. Fuck me harder.”

With my fingers digging into her hips, I growled, pounding her from behind. She giggled with bliss, holding onto the back of the couch, arching her ass