Impact by Cassandra Carr

he buried himself to the hilt in one slide, throwing his head back and clenching his teeth as her pussy walls contracted around him with the final throes of her orgasm. “Fuck, baby, you’re killing me.”
    “You killed me first,” she mumbled, smiling up at him lazily. Looking down to their joined bodies, she frowned. “When did that happen?”
    He smirked. “When your eyes were rolling into the back of your head.”
    “All right then,” she answered, pulling her legs up to wrap around his waist.
    He dropped onto his forearms and attacked her mouth, keeping his weight pressed dominantly over her. Every part of their bodies touched in some way—her breasts were crushed into his chest, her lips were fused to his, her legs were wrapped around his middle. He gave her measured, relentless strokes of his cock, dragging his cock head over her G-spot time and time again, until he felt the telltale contractions of her walls signaling an impending climax. Then he reared back, threw her legs up onto his shoulders, grabbed her hips and pounded into her. He thrust deep, his cock stretching her.
    And all the while, he watched her face, watched the play of emotions across it and wondered idly if she knew how much of her emotions were reflected on her face. He saw lust, excitement and, as he drove harder and harder into her body, submission. That drove him over the edge, and his own release started at the base of his spine, shooting through his balls and up his cock. He came with a roar, continuing to thrust through the orgasm and sending her into another climax. When he was finally spent, he collapsed on top of her, tucking his head in the crook of her neck.
    “Fuck,” he whispered.
    Jessica laid her hand on his head. “Yeah.”
    Once he caught his breath he reluctantly rolled off her and onto his side. Reaching out, he stroked a finger down the soft cushion of her cheek. She smiled, though her eyes never opened. “Be right back, sugar.” After disposing of the condom, he came back to the bedroom to find her sound asleep, a dreamy smile on her face.
    He wasn’t sure what to do. He’d brought a change of clothes with him, but should he stay? Normally he didn’t spend the night with a woman after fucking her, but he had a feeling if Jessica woke up alone tomorrow she’d be hurt and insulted. Besides, she wasn’t some buckle bunny he’d used to slake his lust for one night—oh no. He knew for damn sure he was gonna need more than one night with Jessica to get her out of his system.
    Resigning himself to sleeping with her, he got into bed and pulled the covers up and over both of them. He expected to lie there and stare at the ceiling, but as soon as she cocooned into his body he fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Four
     
    Jessica opened her eyes to find her face pressed into a hard male chest and a pair of strong arms enveloping her. A momentary panic seized and she began to push at the corded muscle and sinew trapping her. Then she heard a “shhhh” and felt a reassuring hand filter through her hair. She looked up and found Conner smiling at her. Her brows knit in confusion. “You stayed here?”
    “I figured you’d be kinda pissed if I fucked and ran.”
    She nodded slowly, her sluggish brain trying to comprehend that she was in bed, naked, with Conner Raub. She was very aware of her own nakedness, and of his, especially considering the sizable erection making itself known by pressing into her thigh. Jessica moved said thigh and discovered it was sore—for all the right reasons. Conner had given her a workout last night, and she’d loved every minute of it. Now it was time to offer herself to him. Could she do it?
    “What did I tell you about playing with your mouth like that?” he asked her in a sharp tone.
    “Huh?”
    “Didn’t I say I was gonna put you over my knees and paddle your ass if you kept biting your lip?”
    Her eyes shot to his. Was he serious?
    Only one way to find out.
    “So do it.”
    “What