Savage (Wolf Ranch #4) - Renee Rose Page 0,52

grabbed my knees and bent them up, gripping the fronts of my thighs to hold me in place as he fucked with short, quick strokes.

“Okay?” he asked.

I blinked, and he loosened his hold. Through my foggy brain, I realized he was checking on me, making sure he wasn’t being too rough.

“More,” I moaned as my reply.

He grinned ruthlessly and did some magical hip shift which made my eyes roll back in my head.

So. Good.

Unbelievably good.

If this was what pregnancy sex was like, I was going to stay pregnant for the rest of my life.

Except I already knew. It wasn’t the pregnancy. It was the partner. Clint was a god when it came to sex.

The very best.

He jackhammered into me with the short, quick thrusts, and I moaned with pleasure.

And then he pulled out.

“Clint!” I pushed up on my elbows, tears of sexual frustration stabbing my eyes. “You’re killing me. Literally killing me.”

“Is that a fact?” he drawled although it couldn’t be that comfortable for him, either. His erection jutted out, hard as a flag pole and glistening with my arousal. He rolled my knees all the way back to my shoulders, spreading me wide and presenting my sex. He entered me from this position, which was intense right from the beginning.

“Oh,” I gasped. “Oh, oh, oh.”

I was so close. All it would take would be one swipe of my clit, and I’d go off. But now I found myself wanting to play Clint’s game. Not coming until he gave me permission. What did he have planned?

I didn’t even know where he learned to play such a game, and I certainly wanted to stab the eyes out of the woman he’d practiced it with before, but damn. It certainly was fun.

He pulled out again, as I’d suspected he would. Gah! My whole body was aflame now, nipples hardened to diamond points, clit hard and throbbing, pussy pulsing.

Clint rolled me to my belly and pushed my thighs open.

“Is this comfortable for you?”

Damn him for being considerate. “Just fuck me already. I promise I’ll let you know if something’s not working for me.”

“All right, sugar.”

He gave me a light swat on the ass then he parted my buttcheeks. I clenched my anus with a shiver.

His tongue found my back hole, swirling around it. I gasped.

It was so dirty. The feeling was so intense but felt so good. I had no idea.

At least I was clean from the shower. That was all I could think before thought dissolved into total pleasure. Total surrender.

“Clint,” I moaned, agitation building and building in my core.

He lifted his head and slapped my right cheek once more.

“Ohh,” I warbled.

He brought his thumb to my anus and massaged until I loosened the ring of muscles and let him in.

Again—so dirty. So taboo. And yet the pleasure was over-the-top. More intense than vaginal. Definitely weird. But so good.

When he scooped an arm under my waist and lifted me to my knees, it got even hotter. He entered me from behind, his thumb still buried in my ass.

I rolled my face in the bedcovers, moaning, eyelids fluttering, jaw slack. The wash of sensation was almost too much.

I held still, biting the bedspread as he pumped in and out of me, working his thumb at the same time. My panting increased, a feverish heat spread through my entire body. “Clint!” I screamed.

“That’s right, sugar. You come now. And keep screaming my name.” He plowed into me four more times and then sank deep with a shout.

I started coming the moment he gave me permission, and he was right. The orgasm that ripped through my body was like no other I’d ever experienced. My muscles squeezed and clenched around his shaft, my anus contracted around his thumb, and I reached beneath me to rub my own clit. It was possible I lost my mind for a minute. Maybe five. Maybe thirty.

It was a long time before my brain cleared enough for me to remember where I was. Who I was. All I knew was how good I felt. My entire body buzzed and hummed with my release, pleasure coursing through my veins.

Clint eased out of both my holes and left to wash his hands. He returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned me up. I hadn’t moved from the prostrate position. I was still on my knees with my chest pressed against the mattress. Clint eased me to my side and wrapped his longer body around mine from behind. He moved my damp hair