He was language without words. The devotion-forming capacity of nature. The spirit of adventure and love. A humanist at war with monsters. And a carnal beast in the throes of pleasure.
His breathing deepened, and his honed physique flexed and dampened beneath her hands. She indulged herself, tracing all his grooves and indentations while sucking and licking the furor of his hardness in her mouth.
He gritted his teeth, his masculine features straining as he battled against completion.
“Fuck.” He pulled out and squeezed the base of his erection as if trying to ward off a demanding release. “Your mouth feels too good, baby. I almost came. Not going to last a minute once I’m in your hot pussy.”
“Good thing you have supernatural stamina. I’m expecting a long night with you.”
“How about a long life with me?”
“That, too.”
“Stay there.” He shifted down her body, curling his warm, hard muscles around her uninjured side. Lifting her good leg, he hooked it over his hip while keeping her wounded thigh flat on the bed. “Don’t move or fight against me. I don’t want that leg straining.”
They’d both been tested by the doctor. They were clean, and she was on birth control.
“No condom.” She quivered at the feel of him sliding along her drenched slit from behind.
“My first time bareback.” He leaned over her face, mouth open and panting against her lips as his cock teased the pulsing ring of her opening. “I’m so in love with you.”
“Same.” She gripped his nape and pulled him down for a kiss. “Please, Luke. Fuck me.”
He pushed in his tongue. Then he pushed in his cock, sinking both with a shuddering, body-trembling groan.
With her lying on her back, he hiked up her good leg, holding it against him while guiding the movement and angle of her lower half as he plowed into her from behind.
The position allowed her injured leg to rest on the bed and away from the piston of his hips. It also gave him access to her mouth and a view of her jiggling tits, of which he took full advantage. He kissed her. Stared at her body. Kissed her again. Bit her nipples. He was everywhere, over, under, and inside her at once.
Lying on his side while holding her leg in an arm lock didn’t affect the rhythm or force of his thrusts. Nor did it stop him from reaching a hand to where they were joined to add another layer of stimulation.
He played with her clit and stroked the flesh that squeezed around him. Then he pushed two fingers inside, entering her alongside his cock. Triple-penetration. She nearly came undone.
“The silk inside you feels unreal.” He licked at her mouth, trying and failing to keep their lips sealed. “The sensation is so much hotter, softer, fucking wetter without a barrier. Christ, I’ll never go back to condoms.” He held her gaze and slammed into her with cock and fingers. “I want to put a baby in you.”
She laughed blissfully around his hungry tongue. “Let’s practice for a while. Lots and lots of practice.”
He moved his hand to her breast and got to work, fucking her with shocking endurance. His deep, frenzied strokes delivered a religious experience, the heat of his kisses an empowered sense of rapture. He injected wonder into reality and transformed the world into electric hues of elation.
Making love to him was a cosmic explosion of body and mind. A splitting of atoms. Nuclear fission.
Energy released around her, sparking a chain reaction, rapidly multiplying the sensations plummeting through her, and sending her over the edge.
She came so violently she screamed, gasping for air and choking out his name. Pleasure burst in a starscape of light, crashing through her nerve endings and sucking all her strength.
Complete and total surrender.
“Vera.” He saw it, felt it, and went rigid, groaning and jerking and succumbing to his own breathless release.
A warm rush flooded into her as an expression of gobsmacked adoration overtook his face.
“What are you thinking?” She cupped his hard jaw, laughing and wheezing.
“No words.” He tried to catch his breath and lowered her leg. But he didn’t pull out. “It’s indescribable.”
“Yeah.”
“We’re not finished.” He thrust lazily inside her, testing the rigidness of his cock.
“I hoped you’d say that.”
“You’re not getting rid of me.”
“Not even when we fight. And we will. I’m going to challenge everything you say and do. Can you deal with that?”
“I fucking look forward to it.”
His mouth covered her lips. His hips rocked against her, and their bodies came together, unshackled in love and united in war.
Luke circled the Koenigsegg Agera, admiring its low profile, aerodynamic lines, and metallic silver paint. It used to be the sexiest goddamn thing he’d ever seen.
That was before he rested his eyes on Vera Gomez, who was currently naked and bent over the hood.
“Luke.” She rubbed her pussy against the front wheel well, no doubt leaving streaks of moisture on the paint. “If you don’t finish this soon, I’m going to take care of myself.”
“Be quiet.” Fucking hell, he was hard. Painfully, miserably rock-hard. “I paid a lot of money for this view.”
All of Marco’s hypercars had been sold, but this one. Luke had personally funded the shipping expenses to transport it from California to Bogota, Columbia.
For one reason only.
He wanted to fuck the world’s sexiest woman on top of the world’s sexiest car.
Never in his wildest fantasies did he think he would be standing here, in the middle of a forest outside of Bogota, taking in this view.
Her heart-shaped, upturned ass bore the welted marks of his spankings. Her skin slicked with sweat. Arousal soaked her thighs. He’d been playing with her in this position for over an hour.
“This is the pinnacle of my life.” He grinned at her backside. “Nothing will ever top this.”
“Don’t say that, you fucking asshat. What about marriage? Kids? Grand—”
“Nope. This is my fantasy. One I’ve dreamed about for as long as I can remember.”
“You fantasized about beating a woman’s ass when you were a kid?”
“Beating the sexiest woman’s ass on top of the sexiest car.” He unzipped his jeans and freed his cock. “I can’t even tell you how many times I shot my load with this image in my head.”
“How’s the reality holding up?” She wriggled her hips.
“Fuck.” He gripped his cock, trying not to come. “It’s better. The reality is so unbelievably sinful. Wish you could see it.”
She moaned, stretching her arms out over the hood and rocking her hips. “Come on, Luke. I ache.”
He stood still, committing every glorious detail to memory. Then he prowled toward her, kicked her feet apart, and sank himself into her throbbing wet heat.
His hands traveled over her delicious curves. His heart raced with the unfettered force of his thrusts, and she gripped him, clenching, with a tight, greedy cunt.
He wanted it to last forever, but she was already there. His body, completely attuned to hers, followed the sounds of her blissful cries, climbing with her, fusing, crashing…