Making His Move by Rhyannon Byrd Page B

could taste it.
    “Don’t worry about my cock.” He pulled his head back until his face was just above hers, his voice so low and rough it made her even wetter. “I put a condom on before I called Blackwood.”
    “I wasn’t worried. I was just wondering how you can keep getting hard like this,” she gasped, drinking in her fill of the tender, possessive way he was looking at her, while his deliberately slow thrusts drove her wild. “I mean, we’ve been going at it all night long.”
    “Sophie, baby, haven’t you learned anything in our time together?” he drawled, the corner of his mouth twitching as he pressed her down deeper into the mattress with his powerful body. “When it comes to you, I swear to God I’ve got no stopping power.”
    He pulled back slowly, teasing her with the veined width of his shaft and his heavy cockhead as it moved through her clenching tissues. She would have been worried she was built too small for him, if it wasn’t obvious how much he enjoyed the tight clasp of her sex. He thrust forward to prove his point, filling her with his hot, massive cock, parting those tight walls and claiming her pussy for his own all over again. Then he lowered his head to her chest, sucking and licking at her nipples until they were throbbing and swollen, so sensitive she could have come from nothing more than the talented touch of his mouth.
     “Before this day is over,” he told her, lifting his head and locking his hot, piercing gaze with hers, “I’m going to shoot my cum all over these pretty little tits while you watch me.”
    She gasped, too breathless to speak, his quickening rhythm and sinful voice stoking the fires in her higher...and higher, until she felt like she was going to detonate.
    “I want to cover you in it,” he growled, fucking her so hard she had to reach up and brace herself against the headboard. “Pump it on to your tongue until it’s filling your mouth and you have to swallow it down. I want it shining on your lips when I shove my dick back inside you and drown your beautiful little cunt in it, Soph. Want it dripping out of you. You make me feel like a fucking animal marking its mate, but I can’t stop it. I don’t even want to. Does that freak you out?”
    “No,” she groaned, shaking her head. “It makes me hot, Chris. I want all of that, too. All of it. Everything .”
    Giving her a molten look of hunger, he reached between them, rubbing the callused tip of his index finger against her clit, and that was all it took to send her crashing over the edge. She came screaming and sobbing, the pleasure almost too intense to endure, his deep, satisfied growls at her ear letting her know precisely how much he loved making her lose control.
    And when he followed her over, ravaging her mouth with an explicit, devastating kiss as he throbbed inside her, his hips grinding hard against hers, it only got better.
     
    “ Will you stay with me? ” Sophie heard him ask, moments later, when they’d moved on to their sides, arms and legs tangled together, bodies still flushed with the heat of passion and pleasure.
    Her breath caught at the seriousness of the question — because they both knew he didn’t mean just for the day or the night or the weekend.
    “Chris,” she murmured, a small frown working its way between her brows, while fear took hold of her heart. “I...I’ve never been very good at this.”
    His dark gaze burned with fierce, intense emotion. “Neither have I,” he told her, his thumb brushing across her rapid pulse as he cupped the side of her throat in his hand. “But then, I’ve never found myself feeling like this, either. I don’t care if we’re rushing it. I want you, Sophie. It’s not easy for me to talk like this. Hell, I’ve been accused of being the most closed off, shut down bastard on the planet. I don’t...I don’t talk easily. About a lot of things. But I’m doing it...for you.”
    “I want you, too,” she whispered, taking an