Wicked Burn

“Fuck,” Vic whispered tensely beneath his breath. His fingers rose to her waistband, where he unsnapped her jeans with even greater haste than she’d unfastened his. “Hold on to me, Niall,” he ordered as he bent to pull her jeans and panties down over her thighs. Niall quickly kicked off her sandals before he swept her clothing down over her ankles and off her feet one at a time.

Then Vic was lifting her into the air again . . . this time to ride him instead of his horse.

Niall gasped softly when he backed her against the wall. Her hands went up to grasp his shoulders in a white-knuckled grip. She glanced down between their bodies and watched, wide-eyed, as he arrowed his ruddy penis into her. She cried out when he thrust his hips and the fat head of his cock pushed into her body. It had been so long since he’d stretched her channel over his girth. Niall found that despite her immense desire, her unaccustomed body resisted him at first. Her legs widened and then encircled his waist tighter as she struggled to accommodate him.

Vic grunted in animal-like pleasure as she opened herself farther to him. He bucked his hips in three powerful thrusts that seated his cock completely in her body. Niall shut her eyes and bit his shoulder to still her screams at the harsh impact of having his cock filling her completely once again. It felt overwhelming. She instinctively tightened her leg muscles around him as well as her inner muscles, holding him fast inside her . . . never wanting to let go.

Vic responded to her muscular caress by giving a feral growl and proceeding to pump her with a hard, relentless rhythm. Niall screamed into his rising and falling shoulder, the sound muffled by his hard flesh. His cock rubbed and agitated her depths even as his balls and pelvis slapped and pressed against her moist, sensitive outer tissues and erect clit, making her nerve endings burn. He held her body steady with his hands beneath her ass. Niall had no choice but to completely take every driving thrust—the wall behind her, and Vic’s flexing arms working her back and forth over his engorged penis, increased the pressure and friction exponentially.

He bent his head and placed his face at the juncture of her shoulder and neck before he proceeded to nail her to the wall with a brutal force and tempo. Niall lifted her face and screamed out loud as she came more explosively than she ever had in her life. A few seconds later Vic’s triumphant shout mingled with her cries of pleasure. More tears scattered down her flushed cheeks at the sensation of his cock throbbing while his seed jetted powerfully into her womb.

Vic’s lungs moved like a bellows as he tried to slow his out-of-control breathing. He hitched Niall higher in his arms until her bottom rested on the hard ridge of his bent forearm. He pressed himself tightly against her, sandwiching her gently between his body and the wall. Their bellies and chests expanded and contracted against one another in agitated bursts that slowly segued to a sinuous, shared rhythm.

Vic closed his eyes and nuzzled the fragrant skin at Niall’s neck. He never wanted to think again. He just wanted to feel.

He just wanted to feel this.

When the unwelcome thought eventually did reach his lust-scorched brain that he couldn’t keep Niall pressed against a hard wall forever, he backed away, fully taking her weight in his arms. She made a muffled sound of alarm near his ear at the movement.

“Shhh, I’ve got you. I’m taking you to the bedroom,” he informed her gruffly.

He fumbled a little bit in the short distance to his bedroom—his jeans were slipping down his thighs. He made it, however, gently setting Niall on the edge of his bed. He grimaced at the agony of drawing his still rigid, quivering cock out of her body.

Christ, he thought he’d embellished how good it felt to be inside of her shrink-wrapped, hot little pussy, but his memories fell far short of reality.

He began to undress hastily, but the sight of Niall’s enormous hazel eyes looking up at him with a sexy, dazed expression made him pause after he’d lifted his shirt over his head. He swallowed thickly to moisten the sudden dryness in his throat.

“Take off your blouse,” he said in a tone that was harsher than he’d intended.

She blinked twice rapidly, as if she were awakening from a dream. Her gaze lowered to his cock, which was still moist from her abundant juices. She bit her lower lip as she continued to stare at him.

“Vic, what about—”

“Now isn’t the time for talking, baby,” he said quietly. Something in his tone made her eyes flicker up to his face. The anxiety and stark arousal that he saw in their depths turned him on as much as it always had . . . more so.

His penis surged with a sharp twang of reawakened need.

“Take off your blouse,” he instructed again, firmly but gently.

At first he thought she was going to refuse. Her kiss-swollen, luscious lips opened as though she was about to protest. Her eyes met his.

Her hands shook slightly as she unbuttoned her cotton blouse. She drew it off her arms. He stared at the beautiful, sex-flushed woman who sat on his bed wearing nothing but a bra that didn’t begin to hide her large, erect nipples as they pressed against the insubstantial fabric. When she laid the blouse on the bed and met his eyes again, he couldn’t speak.

So he just nodded once as he stared at her silk-encased little breasts.

She reached behind her and unfastened the bra, then peeled the cups of silk from firm, fleshy fruit.

Vic didn’t move for several long, tense seconds. The tiny whimper she made in her throat drew his attention to her face.

“Hold them up for me,” he said.

He waited until she’d slid her hands beneath the plump, curved mounds that rose so starkly from the plane of her ribs. Then he sank to his knees in front of her and fell upon what she offered him so sweetly.