Joy Ride by Desiree Holt (reading a book TXT) 📕

But Marc made her feel sexy. Desirable. Wanton, even, eliciting reactions from her that quickened her blood and made her pulse thrum. Showering with him had been the ultimate erotic experience—the two of them so close against each other, teasing, stroking. Rousing each other to a point of urgent need.

Although he made her feel anything was possible between them, she was always poised on the knife-edge of tension, waiting for rejection. Waiting for him to say it had all been a mistake. Waiting for abrupt dismissal. Wondering how many other women he’d brought home with him and how often he did it. Not that she, for one minute, thought he lived like a monk.

But tonight, everything just drizzled around in the back of her mind as she explored his very male body.

Wrapping her fingers around his thick, swollen cock, she bent her head and licked the bead of fluid on the slit with the tip of her tongue. A swipe across the velvety surface and she tasted the salty-sweet essence of him. His body jerked involuntarily but then she watched him every muscle in his body bunch in an effort to maintain control. She lapped at him again, loving the way his hot erection flexed in her grip.

Sliding a hand between his thighs, she cupped the heavy sac of his balls, stroking the soft skin covered with baby fine hair. When she moved her head lower to run her tongue over him, he groaned and tightened his grasp on her head, lifting it from his body.

“Enough,” he growled, his voice rough and edgy. “If I’m not inside you in the next ten seconds, I might lose my mind.”

His words ratcheted up her pulse, made the walls of her sex clench in anticipation.

He rolled her to her back, reached for a condom, and sheathed himself in a single smooth movement. Bending her legs and spreading them wide, he positioned himself at her opening. Thrusting smoothly with his hips, he drove inside her. Already wet and aroused, she took him easily, accepting him gladly into her body.

She felt complete in a way she never had before, as if all her life she’d been waiting for this moment.

“Look at me,” he commanded in his husky baritone that sounded almost as if his guitar had transmuted itself into his body. When she locked her eyes with his, he said, “You are everything I’ve ever wanted.”

An erotic charge swamped her. She so desperately wanted to believe him. To believe the connection she’d sensed from the beginning was as strong for him. Did he mean it, or was it just something he said in the heat of passion? Why would a man like Marc Malone feel that way about her? Impatiently, she brushed the stray thoughts away and tamped down her ever-present insecurities to give herself over to the moment. Fire for this man surged through her, and right at this moment, she didn’t want to think at all. Just feel.

When he moved, a slow in and out thrust, the friction of his hot erection against the tight walls of her sex sent bolts of electricity everywhere in her body. She planted her feet on the bed, arching her hips up, trying to take him deeper inside her.

His laugh rumbled in his chest. “Don’t rush me. I want to savor and enjoy every minute of this.”

Nice and easy. That’s what he said.

And it was exactly what he did, pulling back until just the head of his penis was filling her then plunging into her with a slow glide. In, out. In, out. His flesh dragged against hers in a hot, sensual dance. The lust that had coiled low in her belly and had begun unwinding in the shower now spiraled rapidly through her. Every nerve sparked. Every muscle trembled with unfulfilled hunger. She clamped her inner muscles around him, wanting to hold him in place. But the slow, steady movement of his cock only pushed her higher and higher until she was desperate for release.

Bracing himself on his hands, he bent his head and captured one taut pebbled tip in his mouth, pulling on it before he nipped it lightly with his teeth, then soothed it with his tongue. Need jolted her. When he gave the other swollen bud the same treatment, she tried to hold his head in place but again his low, husky erotic chuckle vibrated against her, and he bit down gently again.

In desperation, Emma wrapped her legs around his lean hips, locking her ankles at the small of his back and hugging him to her as tightly as she could.

“You ready to ride with me, Music Lady?” His voice was thick with passion and not quite steady. “’Cause I’m going to take you on the ride of your life.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please. Now.”

His mouth took hers in a bruising, predatory kiss as he lifted his body and drove into her with a heavy surge. And then he moved with fast, hard strokes, pulling them both to the familiar precipice, taking her on the wild ride as promised. Everything ceased to exist except this man and the way he made her body explode with pleasure. Up, up…the orgasm hovered just out of reach.

She sensed his effort to hold on, waiting until she was there with him while she writhed in an agony of frustration. But then in seconds he stiffened and shouted her name, pumping his release into her as she shattered over and over. She was in a black velvet space where she whirled and spun and felt nothing but the clenching of her own body and the pulsing of his thick cock.

Limp, spent, legs falling to the bed, she continued to tremble with the tiny aftershocks. Although he was shaking with the aftereffects, Marc bent to kiss Emma again; this time a kiss so full of emotion, it nearly brought tears to her eyes. He slid carefully from the clasp of her body, disposed of the condom, and returned