“He rose up over her, his arms straight on either side of her shoulders, and slowly withdrew, his flesh dragging against hers. He was hot and hard. She spread her thighs, reveling in this lush feeling, his thrusts blunt and hard now, pounding into her body. And still he watched her, the green of his eyes slivers of want, demanding something of her. Something she was no longer willing to give, it was just too much. When at last she came, her breaths hitching and halting, her legs trembling, her sex pulsing with every push of his cock, she watched him. She saw when he gritted his teeth, his lips drawn back in need and pleasure. He shouted her name, loud in her quiet bedroom, as his big body jerked and plunged and emptied itself in her.”
Book:Sweetest Scoundrel
