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Chapters (33)
  1. Cover
  2. The
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Table of Contents
  5. A Note to Readers
  6. The Wicked World
  7. Playlist
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Epilogue
  31. More Books By Melissa Foster
  32. Acknowledgments
  33. Meet Melissa

Their mouths came together in a frenzy of deep, devouring kisses. He wrapped one arm around her, grabbing her ass, and pushed two fingers into her pussy, earning a loud, salacious moan. Water sloshed over their chests as she greedily rode his fingers. He kissed her rougher, his body burning, aching, throbbing despite the cold water. He withdrew his fingers, aligning the head of his cock to her pussy, and broke the kiss. “I need to be inside you.” Their eyes locked, mutual desperation pulsing between them. “Are you on birth control, or do I need to pull out?”

“I’m covered.”

She crushed her mouth to his, and he drove into her. Bolts of pleasure seared through him at the feel of her tightness enveloping him. He held her there, the heat of her pussy radiating through his cock to every iota of his being. Holy fucking hell, he’d never felt anything so perfect and intense.

“Ohmygod. Tobias…”

Her pussy clenched, and her eyes found his, the astonishment in them burrowing right to the center of his chest. He tightened his hold on her, not wanting the incredible sensations to end.

“Don’t fucking move.”

“How can it feel this good?” she asked on a whimper.

He didn’t respond. He couldn’t. There was no explanation, and when her inner muscles squeezed again, tight, hot, and so fucking good, his restraint snapped on a groan, and he took her in a brutal kiss as they began to move. She used his shoulders for leverage, slamming down on his cock, meeting his every thrust with a squeeze and rock of her own. The buoyancy of the water allowed her to ride him faster, their bodies to slide easier. They feasted on each other like they’d never get enough, fucking like animals, moaning, crying out, nails digging into flesh, teeth marking territory. Raw lust and visceral appreciation for the beautiful, sensual woman riding his cock twisted together inside him like venomous snakes battling, his greediness for her consuming him.

He needed more of her, all of her, and he pushed his finger between her ass cheeks, teasing over forbidden territory. She rode him faster, breaking their kiss as she sank down, his finger breaching the tight rim of muscles.

“Yes—” she cried out, pleasure-drenched eyes snapping to his as she rode his finger and cock, lasting only a few thrusts before she arched back, moonlight spilling over her face and breasts as “Tobias—” sailed from her lips.

Fucking glorious.

Her pussy squeezed so tight, he abandoned all restraint, their cries of ecstasy splitting the still night. As happened every time they were together, his climax felt endless, dredged from the depths of his soul, lasting long after she went limp in his arms. When the last of its clutches released him, he was dazed, blissed-out, and he held her tight, kissing her shoulder as she nuzzled against his neck.

“Jesus, Blue Eyes. We’re fucking dangerous together.”