She couldn’t force that. That wasn’t a game.
That was all Elle.
His Elle.
He made her that wet.
Yes, she f**king wanted him.
The feel of her arousal nearly made him come.
Then she pressed herself into his hand and he was done.
Hooking her underwear with his thumbs, he tore it down her legs. She stepped out of it while he held her to the wall with a hand in her belly and his other hand went to his zip. He freed his swollen, aching c**k and then he grasped her hips.
She helped, giving a soft hop, she jumped up, opening her legs for him as he positioned between them, her sweet, soft ass and the weight of her settling into his hands.
Fucking magnificent.
He drove into her.
Wet, slick and tight.
And unbelievably beautiful.
She cried out, her legs wrapping around his h*ps and her arms holding tight around his shoulders as he thrust into her, hard, deep, violent and not in his control.
She tilted her h*ps and met his thrusts, her mouth back to seeking his, one of her hands in his hair trying to guide his head to hers.
He resisted, watching her efforts, getting off on her need for that connection, the pleasure he could see, even in the moonlight, making her beautiful face stunning.
He was going to come, he was ready, and they’d barely started.
He was never going to last until she cl**axed.
“It’s never… not ever,” she moaned, her voice rough but it still sounded like silk. “Pren, it’s never been this good.”
Then her neck arched and her body bucked uncontrollably in his hands so forcefully he nearly lost hold. Prentice watched her come, her sex clenching and releasing, rippling wildly against his driving cock.
The glorious sight and incredible feel of it sent him over the edge; he slammed into her one last time and joined her.
She was right.
It had never been this good.
Not ever.
Phenomenal.
When he finished, his face buried in her neck, his breath heavy against her skin, he flexed his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass and ground his h*ps into hers.
In response, her arm around his shoulders tensed, the fingers in his hair drifted and she trembled.
The feel of her body wrapped around him, her ass in his hands, her still gently convulsing wetness tight around his cock, the scent of her, her lips against his neck, Prentice regretted the fact that the kids were only gone for one night. He disliked the fact he was best man to Dougal and she was maid of honor to Annie at a wedding to be held the next day.
Instead, he wanted what they just had, again and again, until he’d had his fill.
Which would take weeks.