Before the Sunset (Cottonwood Cove, #4)(53)



More than a friend.

More than a lover.

Reese Murphy was… everything.

And she was going to be mine in every way.

My hand made its way around her back and I easily unsnapped her bra, tossing it to the floor. I traced my fingers along her tits—goddamn, I couldn’t get enough. Her hard peaks responded immediately to my touch, and I took my time memorizing every inch. The swell beneath her perfect breasts and the pretty pink nipples were made for me. I circled her peaks with my tongue as she gasped and writhed beneath me. Hell, I’d barely touched her, and she was so ready.

And so the fuck was I.

My fingers trailed down her body, stopping at the bit of lace that stood between us. I slid the fabric to the side and hissed when I swiped along her slit and found her drenched.

“Fuck me,” I groaned. I slipped my hand beneath the band of her panties and tugged them down her legs, kissing the trail from her thighs down to her ankles as I did so.

I moved to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and reached for a condom. I made my way back to where she lay on my bed, and she propped herself up on her elbows to watch me.

“I think it’s too big.”

“You can take it.”

“You think so?” Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip.

“We’ll take our time. I’m here for the long game, Reese,” I said, but she didn’t know the real meaning behind it. I was going to spend these next few weeks showing her just how good we could be together.

As more than friends.

I rolled the latex over my thick, throbbing length and climbed onto the bed, hovering above her.

“Okay,” she whispered.

“We’re going to start this way. Let you get adjusted to my size. And then you’re going to be on top, so you can ride me like a prized fucking thoroughbred.” I remembered her saying that she’d only ever had missionary-style sex. That was like only eating vanilla ice cream your entire life. I was about to change that.

My cock was like thirty-one flavors of orgasms.

“Is everything going to change between us after we cross this line?” she whispered.

That was the plan.

“Change isn’t always bad. We’re going to be just fine. But you’re going to change the way you look at sex—that much I can promise you. And I can’t wait to watch you fall apart with me inside you.”

She tangled her hands in my hair. I moved between her thighs, my dick finding her entrance as if he belonged there. I kissed her for the longest time, our bodies rocking together, desperate for contact. I reached between us and teased her a bit before pulling back to look at her. She gave me the slightest nod, and I moved forward just a bit, and she sucked in a breath.

“You okay?”

“Yes. More please.”

That was my girl.

I moved in slowly, inch by glorious inch, taking my time. Making sure she was okay. And with every movement, her tight pussy squeezed around me. Nothing had ever felt this good or this torturous in my life. My forehead pressed against hers as I fought the urge to push all the way in and bury myself deep inside her before we found our rhythm. Her hands came around and gripped my ass, urging me forward.

“Come on, Lover. Don’t hold back on my account.” Her voice was all raspy and filled with lust.

That was all I needed to hear. I propped myself up and drove the rest of the way into all that sweetness and warmth.

I stayed perfectly still, and it was both heaven and hell. She squeezed me like a goddamn vise, and I wanted to relish this moment. Yet staying still was painful. My desire to move was so strong that I fisted my hands in the sheets as I waited for her to adjust to my size. Her breaths were coming hard and fast, and I looked down, tracing my tongue across her bottom lip.

“You feel so fucking good.”

She smiled, her eyes half-mast. “Now, show me how you work your magic.”

I pulled back before sliding back in, slowly at first.

Over and over.

Faster.

Harder.

She met me thrust for thrust.

Her back arched, and I gripped both of her hips, setting the pace. My lips sealed over her perfect nipple, taking turns between each breast.

A layer of sweat covered her sweet body, and I paused to push the hair away from her face. “You ready to ride me?”

“I was born to ride you, Cowboy,” she purred, and I swear to fucking God, nothing had ever been sexier.

I rolled onto my back, and she settled above me. Her tan skin glistened in the sun that was shining through the blinds, and her long hair fell down her back.

She started to move, her eyes closed, her head tipped back, and she found her rhythm.

I couldn’t stop staring at her in awe. Her tits bounced the slightest bit, her slender arms gripped the backs of my thighs, and little moans escaped those sweet lips.

My hand moved to her clit, knowing she was close.

I was moments from tumbling over the edge, and I sure as shit wasn’t going to do that without her. She looked down at me, green eyes locked with mine, as I grabbed her hip with my free hand and bucked into her harder.

With a need I’d never experienced.

She fell forward, her mouth finding mine, and she kissed me hard as her entire body quaked and shook on top of me.

The walls of her pussy strangled my cock, and I thrust one last time before my vision blurred and a guttural sound escaped my lips.

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