Losing Control (16 page)

“Fuck,” he bit out.

She nearly pulled away, thinking she’d been too rough, but he arched into her. When she looked up, his eyes were closed and his lips parted. It was pure pleasure in his expression, not pain or rejection.

Emboldened, she slid her hand down, over his quivering abs, to his hard cock. After stroking it once, pulling a deep groan from him, she moved lower to his balls. As she cupped and massaged the sac, she moved to his other nipple. Then she set her teeth on the tip, at the same time running her nail along the tight skin of his scrotum.

“Son of a bitch,” he ground out on a gasp.

She turned her head to look at him, still playing with his balls, a little rough. “Okay?”

“God, yeah.” He lifted his hips into her touch. “Just…let me touch you, darlin’.”

“Not yet.” She shifted to kiss his stomach.

“No, Maggie, please,” he protested. “You put your mouth on me, I’m gonna blow. It’s been too long… I want… I need…to be inside you. Later, you can tie me up, tease me, torture me, whatever you want, but right now, this night, I want to be fucking your tight little cunt when I come.”

Maggie squeezed her eyes shut. Well, who the hell would have known Spencer talking dirty would set her a-tingle? Of course, everything he did managed to do that.

“All right,” she agreed with a light squeeze of his balls. “Your way. This time.”

She held his gaze as she stood, slipped her panties off then straddled him. She trailed her palms over his chest as she rubbed against him, the slickness of her arousal coating his cock.

“Oh, what you do to me.” Spence gritted his teeth. “Let me touch you.”

She lifted slightly then lowered, taking him inside her slowly.

“Fuck, Maggie, let me touch you.”

“You are,” she said. Up, down, up, down. “Touching me deep and,” she moaned, “so good.”

“Maggie…”

She leaned forward, hips still moving, until her lips were a whisper above his. “Yes. Touch me.”

Spencer lowered his hands, skimming along her back until he gripped her ass. Hot and firm, his lips were on hers, demanding, claiming. His tongue plunged into her mouth, a seductive, addictive dance. Sliding her tongue to mate with his, she tasted him, craved more.

Maggie moaned into his mouth as he caressed up her sides then cupped her breasts. Relentlessly, he teased the tips into tight points. Each strong tug sent lances of fiery pleasure through her.

He released her mouth with a gasp and kissed down to her breasts. He didn’t tease or hesitate, but pulled her nipple roughly into his mouth, sucking hard, scraping with his teeth. Maggie cried out and fisted her hands in his hair.

“Don’t stop. Please,” she said hoarsely, speeding the rhythm of her hips.

“Never,” he promised and kissed the swell of her breast before dropping his head back to the pillow.

He lifted his hips into her movements, and the pressure on her clit intensified. Releasing her breasts, he skimmed his palms along her arms to her hands. With some coaxing, she let go of his hair and clasped her hands with his, fingers twined around each other’s.

“Look at me, Maggie.” When she met his gaze, he continued. “I love you. I’m yours. Always.” His fingers tightened, and he pressed his head into the pillow. The cords of his neck stood out. “And you’re mine.”

His words, his claim, wrapped around her warmly. She was his, and his alone. Tears blurred her vision. She’d almost lost him—her surprisingly perfect match.

A low moan reverberated in Spencer’s throat, deep and primal, and incredibly arousing. The sound pulled her back to the present. She
hadn’t
lost him. They were here, now, together; and that was all that mattered.

Her arms wobbled as she frantically moved above him. She wanted to feel him come inside her, to come around him.

“Yes,” she hissed, her muscles clenching around his cock.

He watched her through narrowed eyes as she rode him. She let go of one of his hands and cupped his cheek, desperate to keep her eyes open and locked with his. It was oddly erotic to watch his face as he came closer and closer to exploding.

“Come,” he bit out. “God, Maggie, come around me. Squeeze my cock, darlin’.”

She spun out of control, gliding into her release. Even as it overtook her, she continued to move, harder and faster, desperate for him to join her. Suddenly he tensed, and bowing beneath her, he shouted her name as he erupted. The violent force of his orgasm drove her up again. She tightened her thighs around his hips as her pussy clamped around him. Her hips jerked rhythmically as she rode the wave.

Unable to hold herself up any longer, she collapsed atop him. She rubbed her cheek against his chest and struggled to keep her eyes open, enjoying the beat of his heart in her ear. Spencer ran his hand up and down her back slowly.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too.” Then he laughed. “Thank God you realized you love me! I thought you might go back to the Internet dudes, and I’d have to interrupt all your dates with dirty phone calls just so you didn’t forget about me.” He kissed her forehead, chuckling.

“No more dates,” she promised. “Unless they’re with you. But,” she lifted her head to look at him, “you can make dirty phones calls to me anytime you want.”

“You’re on.” He nuzzled her neck. “But for now, I have something a little more intimate in mind than phone calls.”

“Hmmm, aren’t you tired?” she teased.

“Hell no. I’m not done with you yet, Miss Monroe.” He moved to her breast and nipped and licked along the mound.

Maggie moaned and slid her hand behind his head. “God, don’t ever be done with me, Spencer.”

“Never,” he vowed. “Now, hold on, ma’am, and enjoy the ride.”

About the Author

Jessica grew up in a small town in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and now lives in Minnesota—a Midwestern gal through and through. She wouldn’t have it any other way, although she’s been known to grumble about the snow and cold.

Jessica was lucky enough to meet the man of her dreams early in her life. They’ve been together over sixteen years and are blessed with four kids, who keep things interesting and very busy.

Despite her crazy schedule, Jessica finds time to write. If she didn’t, the voices in her head would take over, and everyone would be in big trouble! She’s incredibly grateful for her family who put up with her craziness and understand when she ignores them all and hunkers down to finish a scene.

Jessica loves to talk to her readers and can be found at
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