Covet by Alison Ryan Page A

her. She reached for the bulge, desperate to have it, needing it as much as she needed the air she was gasping for as he pushed up her dress and then unzipped the back, pulling it off her in one swoop. She hadn’t bothered to wear panties but the bra she had on was black, sheer, and inconvenient. He tore it off, making her yelp.
    “Yes,” she threw her head back as his mouth met one of her turgid nipples. They were hard and darkened, just as he wanted. Amid the heat between her legs and the hardness of her nipples, there was no hiding the fact she desired him.
    He sucked one as he pinched the other, her yelps only spurring him on.
    “Barrett,” she was begging now, “Please. I need you. Fuck me however you want. I’ll do anything.”
    He stopped his molesting of her for a moment, staring deep into her eyes. The fucking chartreuse eyes, wide set on her perfect face. He’d admired them for so long but having them on him now, in this moment, with such pleading in them, made him harder than he’d ever been in his life. The pain from his erection was almost unbearable.
    He immediately unzipped his pants. The heat and girth and feel of him in her slender hands made them both moan audibly. She spread her legs wider, eager for him to enter her. As much as he wanted to tease her, he couldn’t wait even another second to be inside her.
    His size stretched her to her limits and she cried out in temporary pain from it. He paused for just a moment to make sure she could recover, though he wasn’t sure how he would be able to stop fucking her, even if she’d asked. But of course, she didn’t ask him to stop. She pulled him closer and said, in a lusty voice, many octaves lower than her normal one: “Deeper. Give me every single hard inch. As hard as you can.”
    He had his large hands around her curvy hips now, making it easier for the plowing and pounding he was now punishing her pussy with. Nothing had ever felt so good in his life, no sex equaled what he was experiencing in that moment. Her pussy squeezed around him, pulling him closer to her core, trying so hard to coax his orgasm from him, but he would resist. He wasn’t even close to having as much of her as he wanted. It took all of his strength not to erupt inside of her. She was sexual heroin. Nothing felt better.
    “Barrett!” she called out to him. Her ass was in his hands now, he was using it as leverage to fuck her as hard as he could.
    He didn’t respond, just kept up his pace, a sheen of sweat across his brow. Her moans became louder and he knew she was close. He could feel her pulsing under him, something that almost turned him inside out with pleasure.
    “Barrett, my body. You’re making me feel so fucking good,” she said breathlessly in his ear, “I’m going to come so hard for you, baby. So hard. Please don’t stop fucking me. Ever.”
    They looked at one another, their eyes filled with such yearning, and as much as he hated to admit it, his old feelings from the past couldn’t be denied. He still felt so many things, things that were hard to articulate when he was balls deep inside of her.
    They’d done this before, so long ago, and it felt like they were back in that space, though so much had changed. Looking into her eyes again made it all come flooding back. As much as he wanted this to just be a fuck, it was hard to push the past away.
    “Look at me when you come,” he said to her, surprise marking her face. “And tell me exactly how good it feels.”
    They kissed tenderly as he slowed his pace a bit. She arched her back and he took her nipples in his mouth again as he continued the slow fucking of her body.
    “God,” she said. “My God. I’m coming, baby. Barrett. You’re making me come-“
    She yelled out with pleasure and he couldn’t take it, he came too, flooding her with his seed and all of his anguish and desire that he had held back for so long because it had always been her. It would always be her.

Chapter Twenty
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