Making His Move by Rhyannon Byrd Page A

you. I want that, Soph. I want you to remember how hard I fucked you every time you so much as take a breath.”
    “Yes. God, yes. You know I will.”
    There’d been a couple of times, since he’d found her kneeling in the middle of the hallway, that he’d been worried his raw language might be too much for her. God only knew he had no filter around her. But it was becoming increasingly clear that she got off on his dirty talk — even when she was blushing like crazy. And, God, did he love those blushes.
    Through narrowed eyes, Chris took in the way she was stretched out beneath him, and was overcome with the primitive need to fuck her harder than he’d ever taken any other woman before. The sofa wasn’t nearly big enough, their position awkward as he pressed her into the deep cushions, her hips caught on the padded arm as she spread for him, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was being in her, thrusting his aching dick into that creamy, clenching cunt, until he was sure she could feel him slamming against her heart, his rhythm powerful and possessive.
    Her cushiony, hungry pussy was going to be the death of him, but at least he’d die with a smile on his face. He’d never had a woman who was so tight and plush and hot, and he couldn’t wait to get his mouth down there and explore all of her. Taste and lick every sweet, swollen, drenched little inch of her. To have her spill her rich juices in his mouth, flooding his face with them.
    Christ, there wasn’t a single way he didn’t hunger to take her. He wanted her on her knees, sucking his heavy dick as he fed it down her slender throat, watching her eyes, holding her stare. Wanted her bent over, screaming in ecstasy, as he reamed her pink little ass while he pumped her cunt with three fingers...and made her beg for release. Wanted the two of them laid out, sixty-nining until the sheets were soaked in their sweat and cum. Wanted her handcuffed and spread, creaming at the slow push of his thick cock as he forced it into her tight little body, his eyes glued on the brutal sight of her delicate flesh stretched so impossibly wide as she took him in.
    Right now, though, he craved the feel of her going over. Of having that hot pussy pumping him for his cum, while she shouted his name in that deliciously husky voice of hers.
    “I can’t wait much longer, and I want you coming with me, Soph.”
    “I’m close,” she panted, eyes bright and glazed with pleasure as she stared up at him, her soft lips red and swollen from the way he’d claimed them.
    Switching her wrists to one hand, he pushed the other under her sweet ass and lifted her as he rooted deeper, searching for that fleshy bundle of nerves inside her with the head of his dick. He knew he’d found it when she suddenly arched and shouted, her lush cunt beginning to flutter around him. Using the thick rim that circled his cockhead, he worked that sensitive spot over and over, fucking her so hard sweat was dripping from his brow, stinging his eyes. But he didn’t give a damn. All he cared about was making Sophie shatter with pleasure, and when it happened only seconds later, her beautiful eyes damn near glowing with ecstasy as she started to pulse and clench, milking his rutting dick like she wanted to wring him dry, he acted like a fucking animal. Literally.
    Eyes screwed shut, Chris caught the exquisite curve of her shoulder with his teeth, and slammed himself into her so hard that it forced the sofa across the hardwood floor and into the heavy end table, sending the lamp crashing to the floor in a shattering crunch of metal and glass. He was pretty sure he shouted and cursed things that he never had before as he erupted into the condom, a primitive part of him wishing like hell that he was coming inside her without the latex. That he was filling up that perfect little pussy with his sizzling cum, drenching her in it until it was squeezing out around his cock and dripping back into the crack of her