Honor Bound by Joey Hill (speld decodable readers .txt) 📕

Her orgasm hit her like a rushing freight train, barreling over her and leaving her out of control. She thrashed around on the bed, and Clay held her down by her hips while he licked her, sucking her while she came in a torrent. She unashamedly cried out her pleasure until her throat was raw and she fell back on the bed again.

Clay moved up, spread her legs and entered her while her body still pulsed with the aftereffects of her climax. He slid inside easily, her pussy gripping him in welcome. He slid one arm underneath her to tilt her hips upward and looked down at her with a smile.

Ella traced his lips—still wet from what he’d done for her. She wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck and pulled his mouth to hers for a kiss. He tasted salty—like her. She slid her tongue inside and sucked on his, the sensation overpowering to her senses.

Emotion wrapped around arousal, taking her to a depth she hadn’t expected.

It was so damn good to be fucked. She had no idea sex could be this good, this wild and out of control. With Clay, she felt uninhibited, as if she could actually feel his encouragement to let go. And she did, lifting her hips, widening her legs so he could power in deeper. And when he did, sliding along her G-spot, she groaned and bit his lower lip.

He only laughed in response and dug his fingers in her flesh, encouraging her to do it again.

“Give me more,” she whispered against him, and he did, thrusting even harder, deeper than before.

This wasn’t the sweet, gentle sex she’d grown used to with James. This was primal, wild fucking. Clay rose up and held on to her hips.

“Watch,” he said, pulling partway out, forcing her to look where the two of them were connected, to see his cock slide inside her pussy.

She’d never seen anything more erotic than the look on his face as he watched them, as he watched her. She wasn’t used to this intimate eye contact but found it incredibly arousing looking at him as he drove inside her, as he touched her breasts, plucked her nipples, raked his fingers along her body until he found her clit again.

They ended up partially on their sides, one of her knees bent so they could both see his cock fucking her.

“You have such a pretty pussy, Ella. Hot and wet. You make me want to come in you.”

She loved that he talked to her, that he wasn’t afraid to say what was on his mind, that he really seemed to enjoy fucking her. Every word he spoke, every time he looked at her, caused her to clench inside, to shiver all over. She’d never felt this connected before during sex. She felt as if the floodgates to her mind, her fantasies, were finally open and she could be, could say, anything. As a result, any inhibitions she’d had dissolved in the sea breeze.

She reached between them and began to rub her clit.

“Yeah,” he said. “Touch yourself, Ella. Make yourself come again.”

She wanted to. She needed it. With every thrust she drew closer and closer to the pinnacle. Clay increased his pace, powering faster now. She raised her gaze to his, strumming her clit harder as beads of sweat formed on his brow.

“Just like that,” she said, struggling to breathe as she rubbed her clit, tensing as she felt the first stirrings of orgasm. “Don’t stop. I’m coming, Clay.”

His jaw clenched and he pumped harder inside her, then pulled her leg higher.

She splintered, climaxing with a wild cry that he absorbed with his mouth and his tongue.

He groaned and shuddered against her, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thigh as he came, too.

That his climax was just as hard as hers meant something to her. He’d put his whole body into making love to her, had given her his full attention. And oh, had it been good.

They fell slow and easy. Clay drew her against him and stroked her hair. She ran her hands over his sweat-soaked flesh, waiting to feel . . . embarrassed or awkward.

She didn’t. She moved, and their skin made squishy noises.

“We’re kind of sweaty,” he said.

She laughed. “Well, it was a workout.”

“You complaining?”

“Not on your life.”

“Come on.” He dragged her from the bed to the shower—a shower big enough for more than just the two of them. The water sprayed from both ends of the shower, and it was like standing under a steamy waterfall. It was truly heaven. She decided she was never leaving this warm, misty haven, especially when Clay poured some liquid soap in his hands and washed her back. He took his time, using gentle pressure to massage her shoulders, and then skating lower to cup her buttocks.

“There are no condoms in this shower, mister,” she teased, flinging him a scolding look over her shoulder.

“They’re right outside, though,” he whispered, nipping her lips with a kiss as he moved in closer. He slipped his hand between her legs and cupped her sex.

She thought she’d be tired, that she’d be done for, but his touch fired her up all over again. She turned around and twined her arms around his neck, lifting her face to him, to the warm spray of water.

And he kissed her, a long, arousing kiss, while his hand moved between her legs doing incredible things to her. He slid his fingers inside her, pumping her slow and easy, as if he had—they had—all the time in the world. The buildup was slow, but the end result was spectacular. She came against his hand in a hard climax that left her legs weak.

Clay stepped out of the shower for only a few seconds, returning with a condom applied to his erect cock. Ella was still pulsing, still needy for him. She spread her legs and used her hands to brace against the shower wall. He moved against her, lifted