Looking Inside - Page 28

She came back to full awareness at the feeling of him thrusting into her with firm, short strokes, his pelvis smacking against her outer sex in an arousing, staccato rhythm. She heaved a ragged breath and focused on his face.

Trey.

He’d rolled back her pelvis and was firmly planted between her thighs, his hips moving in a jaw-dropping liquid glide, his cock moving like a piston in her pussy. He knew how to fuck. He held her booted legs wide, his chest and arm muscles flexed hard. God help her, he looked so powerful in that moment, so hard. So determined.

“You feel like heaven,” he rasped from between rigid lips.

“So do you,” she managed.

“Don’t let go of your wrists,” he said sharply, never hesitating in his smooth, forceful pump. She blinked dazedly. She’d nearly forgotten he’d told her to hold her arms over her head. Watching him just now in her disoriented, postorgasmic state, all she’d wanted to do was touch him. She’d started to let go. With his insistence that she hold her wrists above her head, all she could do was watch him helplessly as he fucked her . . . as he took his pleasure. Because that’s definitely what he was doing. She’d fantasized incessantly about what it would be like to be with him.

But she hadn’t prepared herself to be owned by him.

She gripped her wrists tighter. Her hips began to move in a counter rhythm to his. It felt sinfully good. A light sheen of perspiration gleamed on his ridged torso. His nostrils flared slightly as he stared down at her. The tempo of their slapping bodies increased in her ears.

“You act like you want it good and hard,” he said. “But can you really take it, Eleanor?”

“I can take it,” she told him from between clenched teeth.

“Open that beautiful mouth. It’s tortured me long enough,” he ordered.

She parted her lips, confused by his words, but excited by his intensity.

He fell down over her, his tongue plunging into her mouth. His taste overwhelmed her. He did, because at the same moment he kissed her savagely, he thrust harder inside her . . . longer, fucking her from tip to balls. She screamed into his mouth; the pressure was mind-blowing. He rolled her hips back farther with his grip on her calves. Her feet were now parallel to her head. She was at his mercy.

The headboard began to bang against the wall stridently with his thrusts. She struggled for release from his kiss, and yet she’d never craved anything more. Her lungs burned. Her clit sizzled. At this ruthless angle, she could perfectly feel the swollen head of his cock carving into her, the delineated head rubbing previously untouched flesh. There was only one

thing she could do.

She shuddered in orgasm again.

He ripped his mouth from hers, grimacing.

“Fuck yeah. I can feel you coming,” he grated out.

Eleanor forced her eyelids open a slit, desperate to see him despite her short-circuiting brain and body. “Oh God.”

His cock jerked inside her. He withdrew and then pounded forcefully into her, his face clenching tight in pleasure. He growled, the sound ominous. Wonderful. His muscles rippled as he finally tore through his restraint.

He roared in release.

Their stares held for a pleasure-infused moment, his blue eyes seeming to shoot fire at her. Then he clamped his eyelids shut, his face pulling tight in pleasure as he continued to thrust.

As the heart-pounding seconds passed, Eleanor opened her eyes wider, staring with stark wonder at the image of Trey Riordan finding bliss in her body.

The moment was the one she’d been dreaming about for over a year now. It’d been everything she’d anticipated and schemed for.

It’d been more. Much more.

He was.

She didn’t want it to end. One time with him definitely wasn’t enough.

He released her legs and fell down over her, bracing his upper body. His rib cage heaved in and out as he panted from his strenuous effort. His head was lowered, his eyes shut tight as he recovered from a blast of pleasure.

Eleanor unclasped her wrists. He’d said she only had to remain that way until they were done, after all. Slowly, she lowered her hands and glided them across his beautiful shoulders, his heaving ribs and down over his narrow hips and the tops of his smooth, hard ass. He was so lean and hard. She felt power emanating from every inch of him. She soothed his agitated state with her fingertips. She absorbed the incredible feeling of him with wonder.

Knowing he was only hers to touch for a short, undefined period of time, her caresses were nothing short of worship.

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