screaming.
He pressed the vibes against her harder, even as his merciless grip tightened on her thighs. “I want to watch you come. Feel you quivering around my dick.”
His black eyes held hers as the orgasm crashed over her, consumed her, and she shuddered with mind-shattering pleasure around the thick unmoving shaft deep inside her.
Discarding the ring vibes, he set his hands on her breasts, roughly pinching and rolling her nipples, overloading her nerves with the devastating sensations.
Before the climaxing waves slowed, he grasped her ass and lifted her up, then yanked her down onto his cock.
A moan burst from her at the stunning pleasure. Madonna, he was so big.
Her orgasm went on and on as she drove down on him over and over, feeling each impact through her whole body. His gaze was on her bouncing breasts, and his smile was purely carnal.
“My turn, woman.” Gripping her hips, he lifted his ass up to grind into her, sending searing pleasure across her engorged clit. Then he took control, lifting her like a doll, pulling her down, hammering into her, deep and hard, taking his own pleasure with a fierce need that satisfied something inside her.
The cords in his neck stood out, and she reveled in hearing his low growl of satisfaction as he came inside her.
After a bit, he drew her down on top of him. With a sigh, she laid her head on his wide chest. Her heart was still racing, and her muscles felt limper than over-cooked pasta.
“Mmm.” His purr of satisfaction was something she’d never tire of hearing.
Before she drifted off completely, he gently pulled out, eased from under her to dispose of the condom, then cleaned them both up.
She should get up, too. She needed to get back to her own place. Somehow, she’d stayed longer at the dinner than she’d planned. Caz kept refilling her wine glass, and Audrey brought out a board game she thought Regan would like. It felt so much like being at Nonna’s that Frankie hadn’t been able to leave.
“You’re thinking too hard, sweetheart.” Pulling back the covers, Bull slid her under and tucked her against his side, his body dwarfing hers.
“I should be going,” she whispered.
“I want you to stay.” Bull pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “We want you to stay.”
She lifted her head to stare at him. “We? Your family tells you what women to take to bed? That’s simply wrong.”
He was laughing too hard to speak for a moment. Then he snapped his fingers, and Gryff planted two paws on the mattress. “Gryff, tell Frankie you want her to stay. Howl, buddy.”
Nose in the air, Gryff let out a long wolf-like howl, then waited for praise.
“Good job, Gryff. Perfect.” Bull scratched behind one fluffy ear and grinned at Frankie. “He’s been practicing.”
Laughing, Frankie patted the fluffy fur. “That was amazing, Gryff. You’re a great dog.”
“We want you to stay,” Bull said in a smug voice. “You wouldn’t want to hurt Gryff’s feelings, would you?”
Hearing his name, Gryff wagged his tail and licked her hand. He had the pleading-brown-eyes down to an art.
She scowled. “Using a dog is an underhanded technique, Skull.”
With a whine, Gryff decided the bed shouldn’t be only for humans and jumped up, curling in a circle at the foot.
Frankie eyed him. What a smug expression on the furry face.
“Ah…does having Gryff on the bed bother you?” Bull asked—and she had to suppress a smile. The man was so damned self-confident that a bit of worry looked good on him.
Now how would Mama say this? Frankie assumed the ice queen’s expression and voice. “You do know that animals don’t belong on the furniture.”
“Right.” Bull sighed. “Gryff, buddy, you—”
She burst out laughing.
“Fuck, woman, you played me?” Bull’s eyes crinkled.
Still laughing, Frankie sat up long enough to tousle Gryff’s fur and kiss his fuzzy head before nestling back against Bull’s side. “I love that he sleeps on your bed.”
“I’ll be damned.”
She sighed. “I used to beg for a dog or cat; there were so many that needed homes. As far as Mama was concerned, the only fur in a house should be the kind worn as a cape.”
“I can just see you dragging home some stray and asking to keep it.” Bull cupped her cheek in his palm, grazing his thumb over her skin, and the sympathy in his voice was almost her undoing.
She swallowed. “Anyway, I’m glad you have Gryff and that he gets to be on the bed.”
“There’s a relief.” Bull relaxed,