The Mogul and the Muscle - Claire Kingsley Page 0,56

ran my hands over the smooth skin of her insanely hot ass. She looked back at me over her shoulder, biting her lip again.

“Tell me what you want,” I said.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah?” I caressed her ass with one hand and held my dick with the other, rubbing the tip against her slick folds.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Please, Jude.”

Seeing her like this, on her knees and just this side of submissive, made me feel both powerful and protective. It was an exhilarating rush.

“Baby, I’ll give you everything you need,” I said, my voice low.

I kept rubbing my cock against her, focusing on her clit. She arched backward, moaning, letting her head drop to the mattress. I desperately wanted to be inside her, but couldn’t help taking my time. Drawing out the agony. She was firmly in my control and I loved it.

Finally, I lined up the head of my cock with her opening, grabbed her hips, and thrust inside.

I’d started slow, savoring my first tastes of her body. Now I hit the gas, driving into her hard and deep. My glutes flexed as I thrust my hips, the ecstasy of her pussy surrounding me.

Her enthusiastic stream of breathy yeses spurred me on. I knew exactly what she needed. I could feel it without her having to say a word. She needed to get fucked. To feel me deep inside her. To release her inhibitions and let someone else be in charge for a while.

I was more than happy to give that to her.

This view was incredible—her ass lifted, her red hair falling across her back. I watched my cock slide in and out of her, glistening and wet, and grunted with every thrust.

Her uninhibited cries made my head swim with lust. She gripped the sheets, her head turned to the side, eyes closed.

So fucking beautiful.

“Turn over,” I said and slid out.

She obeyed immediately, rolling onto her back. I climbed on top of her and she hooked her legs around the backs of my thighs while I slid back inside her hot pussy.

“Fuck, you feel good.” I kissed her mouth, licking across her tongue. “Tell me what you need.”

“More.”

I thrust into her.

“Harder.”

I thrust again.

“Harder,” she breathed. “Fuck me like you can’t break me.”

Unleashing a frenzy of heat and passion, I drove into her, over and over. My muscles flexed, my hips thrust, and a sheen of sweat covered my chest. She bucked her hips against me, her fingernails digging into my back.

It was raw and intense and so fucking real.

The pressure in my groin built fast. I growled into her neck while she clung to me, drawing her legs up so I could sink in deeper.

“Yes,” she moaned in my ear. “Don’t stop that.”

Her pussy was hot, tightening around me. I kept my steady rhythm, drawing us both closer to the brink.

“Come for me, beautiful,” I growled in her ear. “Let me feel that pussy clench.”

Her desperate whimper was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

I thrust again, tilting my hips enough to grind against her clit before sliding out again.

“Holy shit,” she breathed.

That was what she needed. I did it again, grinding against her with my cock deep inside. She shuddered, breathlessly moaning, and her pussy clenched hard.

One more and I felt her come apart.

Her silky inner muscles pulsed around me, squeezing my cock. I groaned as she came, the pressure in my groin skyrocketing. I thrust again, burying myself deep, and unleashed inside her.

My back stiffened, muscles tense, and my cock throbbed. I slammed into her with every pulse, coming so hard my eyes rolled back and a growl rumbled in my throat.

The intensity abated and I stopped, my cock buried deep. She clung to me with her long limbs while we caught our breath.

Thoroughly sex-drunk, I propped myself up and blinked my heavy eyelids. Her cheeks were flushed the sexiest shade of pink and her mouth twitched in a smile.

“I’m not even going to pretend that wasn’t the best sex I’ve ever had,” I said. Because holy shit, it was. I’d never felt that kind of power and connection with someone.

“Oh good, I thought it was just me,” she said, still a little breathless.

I laughed softly and climbed off her so I could deal with the condom. When I got back, we pulled down the covers and slid into bed.

Gathering her into my arms, I held her close. Kissed her forehead. There was something terrifyingly right about this moment. Cameron in my bed, our bodies sated. I could