Pure Wicked: A Wicked Lovers Novella (1001 Dark Nights) by Shayla Black Page B

bed, settling his knee between her legs as he pushed her flat again. “Can you take it hard? Fast? I’m not going to be happy until you’re screaming for me.”
    “Stop talking and start living up to your promise.”
    His cock jerked. Then he settled his body between her legs and gripped her hips, thrusting the head of his erection against her aching sex in one swift move. When he’d settled unerringly against her opening, he shoved forward. Hard.
    His first few inches stretched her, and a sweet sting flooded her veins with drugging need. She surged up to him, her head arching back on a moan. He gripped her tighter as he eased back, then pushed deeper.
    “Oh…fuck.” His voice dropped lower, his raspy tone making her feel as if he was coming apart, just like her.
    “More,” she barely managed to squeak out.
    “Yes,” he growled. “Now.”
    Jamie delivered, withdrawing before he plunged in once more, shoving his way deeper inside her, inciting a riot of tingles. The head of his cock rubbed against her most sensitive spots. She grabbed at his shoulders, frantic to hang on as he took her close to the edge, amazed at how completely he filled her.
    When he pulled back, he dragged his hard flesh over those same screaming nerves. Her heartbeat resounded in her ears. Bristol didn’t care if she ever took a deep breath again. The feel of his hands on her body, of his cock working back into her would keep her more than happy.
    “You’re so tight. So…made for me right now. Take more.” His voice deepened with dark command.
    No way she could have refused him. Instead, she lifted her legs around his hips and arched closer. “Yes.”
    He wrapped his fingers even tighter around her hips and plunged forward again. He filled her once more, seeming to take up all the empty space inside her while relieving none of the ache. In fact, it only grew until her head swam with dizzying desire.
    But he paid no heed, merely kept pressing in, squeezing another inch of his erection into her clenching flesh. He gritted his teeth, totally focused on her. Sweat dotted his temples as he shoved in yet another inch. Then a bit more.
    Bristol gasped at the foreign sensation, as if he not only opened her body completely for the first time but owned it.
    Finally, he tilted his hips down, fitting himself utterly against her, inside her. She writhed under him, at once frantic to end the maddening ache…yet make it last forever.
    Jamie sucked in a couple of heaving breaths before he swooped down and stole into her mouth. He attacked her lips, claiming them as he withdrew his cock. She cried out in protest at his loss, but he swallowed the sound with his kiss. Then he stroked deep inside her again, stretching her to accommodate every bit of him, drowning her objection with more desire. He took down all her defenses.
    He made her forget that Jamie Last-name-lacking was nothing but a fling who would be gone in a handful of days.
    She didn’t know how to hold anything back when he thrust into her, falling into a deep, fast rhythm that made her ancient bedframe squeak, her old floors creak, her heart thunder, and her pleasure receptors overload. Everything about him called to her, from the slightly tangy flavor of his kiss, to his scorching palms roaming her overheated skin. With every stroke, he seemed to anchor himself deeper until she would have sworn that with the feverish rise of her orgasm, he was also unzipping her skin and turning her inside out, forcing her to show every bit of the vulnerability and need she’d rather hide.
    Her headboard hit the wall. Thrill zipped through her as he filled her again.
    He positioned her legs up and against her body, spreading her wider, allowing him deeper. “Wrap your hands around the headboard. Don’t let go.”
    Her heart fluttered, skipped a beat, as she complied. His triumphant smile made the ache in her sex tighten. She clamped down on him. “I’m close.”
    “Oh, honey. You have no idea how