Chapters (39)
- Front Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Contents
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Epilogue
- Excerpt from Boss Witch
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Back Cover
But honestly, his cock had an ego, because it swelled more beneath her admiring gaze. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get a handle on his emotions. Embarrassment warred with…pride? Yeah, fuck. It was ridiculous how much he wanted to make this good for her. Memorable, even, in the way he never was.
“That thing should have its own zip code,” she said decisively. “Take it easy on me, okay? I’m not exactly new at this, but you’re packing more than I’m used to.”
With her avid eyes locked on his junk, it took him two tries to get the condom on, and then he nudged forward, tilting her body to meet his first thrust. Taking Leanne at her word, he pushed in slow and careful, pausing at the halfway point when she started to squirm. He leaned in for a kiss, and she nuzzled her mouth into his with a little purr, her tongue swirling around his until his heart kicked in his chest.
She wants this. I want her. It’s all good.
“How am I doing?”
“You want a Yelp review or what?” She grinned and nipped his lower lip.
He’d never laughed so much during sex, yet it didn’t even seem strange. Oh fuck, yes. Once he pushed all the way in, he closed his eyes, trying to get a grip on the unexpected intensity. Trev forgot they were at a party, forgot everything but the woman wrapped around him. She held on while he fucked her, and he moaned because it felt so damn good.
Sometimes they kissed while they fucked, but mostly, he buried his face in her shoulder, biting down to keep from yelling while she rolled her hips against him. If he went as hard as he wanted to, he might break the sink and the mirror, and hell if he wanted to be remembered as the dude who wrecked the downstairs bathroom at this party.
Finally, she whispered, “I’m getting close,” and came all over his cock.
The tight clutch of her pussy carried him over, and he filled the condom in panting spurts. His head went gloriously clear—no thoughts, no anxiety, nothing but the endless pleasure of her making him whole. When the orgasm glow faded a little, so did some of that euphoria. What an absurd thing to imagine about a total stranger.
When he was sure he could manage without falling over, he drew back and pulled out. At least he could still deal with a condom neatly. Leanne hopped off the sink, and she wobbled a little. Trev took serious pleasure in that as he steadied her.
“You okay?”
“I’m awesome.”