cock, hard and straining against the fly of his jeans. He was a big guy, all over, and she couldn’t get enough of him. Clint rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she said, sliding a hand down to squeeze his cock lightly through his pants. “This. Inside me.”
“Yeah?” he chuckled, rocking against her, letting her know just how much he wanted her too. “How bad do you want me?”
“This bad.” She shoved her hand down into his pants, scraping her nails over his washboard abs as she went. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his length, so large they didn’t quite meet, then traced up until her thumb glided over the tip of him, catching the pearl of moisture there. She withdrew and brought that bead of wetness to her mouth and licked it off, loving how his eyes tracked that tiny gesture. Loving the salty-sweet flavor of him even more. “I need you, Clint. Please.”
He kissed her again, his tongue tangling with hers and he gripped the side of her panties. “How much do you like these?”
“Not as much as I like you.”
Tara grinned as he tore off her thong with one hand, leaving her bare and ready for him. So, so ready. “You going all badass alpha on me now?”
“I’ve always been a badass alpha, baby.” He pressed her against the wall with his torso while he undid his jeans and took his cock in hand. Legs spread wide, he quickly put on a condom, then pressed the tip of his hardness against her wet entrance. “Is this what you want?”
“God, yes!” she gasped, arching her hips to try and sink him inside her, but he remained tantalizingly out of reach. “Please.” She’d never begged in her life, before Clint. Had never even come close. But there was something about him that made her greedy. Greedy and hot and so needy. Needy for him. “Please take me.”
No need to ask again. He groaned low in his throat and sank his cock into her inch by delicious inch until he was buried to the hilt. Then he held still, eyes locked with hers, body to body, soul to soul. Tara did her best to relax and enjoy it, but her passion was too great. She needed more. Demanded more. She began to move against him, grinding herself into him, seeking her release.
Clint withdrew almost completely and drove home again, his thrusts long and slow, over and over until she feared she might lose her mind with how good he felt. Tara dug her nails into his shoulders and her heels into his butt, urging him on, all the while kissing him, nuzzling his jaw, his neck, any place she could reach, unable to get enough of him.
He cupped her breast with one hand while bracing himself against the wall with the other, next to her head, angling his penetration to hit that tiny bundle of nerves inside her that made her whole body vibrate like a frigging tuning fork. She felt like she was alight inside, shimmering and glowing with exquisite sensation, so close to the edge yet still too far away.
It was so good. It was more than she’d ever expected. It would never be enough.
Then he slid his hand down and stroked her slick folds, causing her body to tighten even more and boom! Her pleasure exploded like the Fourth of July, sparks erupting like fireworks inside her body as he thrust harder, faster, deeper inside her, then went whipcord tight in her arms, coming hard and deep inside her as her body gently milked his.
When it was over and they’d both floated back down to earth, Clint carefully carried her over to the bed and collapsed atop it with her, their bodies still intimately connected. Finally he rolled away and went to the adjoining bathroom to clean up, then returned moments later to gather her into his arms, his gorgeous face more peaceful and relaxed than she’d ever seen it.
In the darkness, in each other’s arms, they both began to drift off to sleep, until the sound of shattering glass jarred Tara wide awake.
“HELP!” Ashley’s panicked scream had Clint scrambling off the bed to find his jeans. “Daddy! Help me!”
“Fuck!” He fumbled to get his pants on and headed for the door. “What the hell is happening?”
“Wait!” Tara called, not far behind him. She’d tugged on her yoga pants and was in the process of zipping up her