His Loyal Rebel - Debra Kayn Page 0,31

out of her panties before she could take another breath. He tugged on her nightshirt. She squirmed until the material came off over her head. Being naked with him was like a breath of fresh air. There was hope next to him.

There was security.

There was pleasure.

He trailed his hand up her inner thigh and cupped her sex. Her eyes threatened to roll, and she closed her eyelids, pressing against his touch.

Using his finger, he circled her clit. The evidence of her arousal coated his hand. She couldn't hide how much she wanted him.

He lowered his head, taking her nipple in his mouth. She twined her fingers through his thick hair and sank into the mattress in delight.

Who was this man?

She couldn't wrap her head around her feelings toward him. Yet, she trusted those feelings. She trusted him.

God, she was losing her mind and her control.

His beard tickled her skin. A constant reminder of who she was with.

Her breath came faster. Whip overwhelmed her.

She rode his fingers. The need to have more of him moved her.

He pushed his finger inside of her and groaned. Her pussy tightened, ensuring him that's what she wanted.

Her inner thighs quivered around his wrist, imprisoning him. He was going to make her orgasm with his fingers.

He lifted his head, then straightened, kneeling on the bed between her legs. The crinkle of a wrapper came through his heavy breathing. She stretched, trying to settle down. One touch away from falling apart, she wanted to enjoy the pleasure he gave her.

It could be her last time with him.

Tomorrow, before work, she needed to find a place to live.

Whip lowered his body. His cock pressed against her inner thigh. She held her breath, knowing his size would stretch her completely. He was a beautiful man. Hard as steel and broad like the rest of him.

Yet, he held back from entering her. "Hold on to me."

She let go of the sheet underneath her and slid her hands along his sides, spreading her knees apart more.

He pressed against her pussy, going slow—excruciating slow. Excruciatingly wonderful.

She sucked in air that wasn't there, digging her fingers against his ribs.

She'd expected him to take her hard and fast. The way he was giving her every inch brought out the depth of how much she was attracted to him. All those qualities that appealed to her were given to her with patience and understanding.

As if he gave her the comfort he'd given his nephew and niece. The love he'd shown to his sister—the dependability and patience he'd given to his club.

It was too much at once to have a small part of that given to her.

She couldn't keep herself from wanting more. To set her sights on something unattainable for her.

Whip sank completely inside of her and held still. "Do you feel that?"

Of course, she felt him. His large cock stretched and weighed heavily inside of her, pinning her to the bed. His hips pressed fully against her inner thighs. There was not a single air space between them.

"Fuck, sis." A shudder went through him.

She absorbed the tremor. Caressing his sides, she gazed up into the darkness, needing to see him.

"What are you doing to me?" he mumbled before capturing her mouth with his.

He slid his tongue against hers. At the same time, he stroked her with his cock—slow and deep. She brought her legs up and hooked her calves over his ass. His muscles bulged against her, and she slid her arms around his neck, pulling herself off the mattress, pressing her breasts against his chest.

All the while, his hips created a wave within her. She moaned into his mouth. The man could move.

The slickness of her body eased his way. She kissed him back, taking his tongue, loving it, sucking it.

He rolled with her until she was on top and her knees were planted firmly on the mattress. Not wanting to sit up and leave him, she took the kiss deeper, sucking his tongue while lavishing attention to it.

Whip pushed up into a sitting position and swung his legs off the bed. He manipulated her body, molding her to him until they were both sitting, entwined with each other. Able to wrap her arms around his neck, she used the new position to ride his cock, plunging completely down before stroking him again with her pussy.

Her stomach muscles tightened. Her need quickened.

She fisted his hair, rubbing her breasts against him. Throwing back her head, she gasped for much-needed air.

Whip's hands tightened on her