Free Making His Move by Rhyannon Byrd Page A

earlier thoughts about her Slot A and his Tab B.
    “What?” he asked, his mouth twitching as he stared down at her.
    “I was just thinking that Tab B must stand for Big-As-Hell.”
    He slowly arched a brow. “Tab B?”
    “You know...insert Tab B into Slot A.”
    “Oh, Jesus,” he laughed, resting his forehead against hers. “You come up with the damnedest things.” Lifting his head, he pressed a hot kiss to her lips, and muttered, “Love that about you,” before pulling almost completely out, then thrusting back in with so much force it propelled her bound body up the bed.
    “God,” she moaned, when he gripped her hip to hold her in place and did it again. “That feels so good.”
    His voice was a rough, guttural rumble. “I want you screaming my name when you come, Soph. As loud as you can.”
    “Yes,” she hissed, writhing beneath him as he found her G-spot, working it like a master.
    “But not yet,” he grunted, pulling completely out of her.
    “Wh-what?” she gasped, ready to lodge of a formal protest. But he was already moving her body into the position he wanted it, handling her as if she weighed nothing more than a feather. She found herself on her knees with her ass in the air, her upper body resting against the bed, head turned to the side. He curled one of his big hands around her bound wrists, holding them as he shoved his thick cock back inside her. She couldn’t hold back her gasps and cries of pleasure as he started fucking her hard and fast, her emotions in chaos from how beautiful and perfect and right it felt to be with him like this.
    “Christ, you’re getting even tighter,” he growled, and she sucked in a desperate breath of air, knowing that she was about to come so hard it destroyed her. The pressure and pleasure built...and built, so intense it was almost frightening, and then it had her in its grip, in a place where she could only scream and shudder and cry as the blinding, shattering orgasm tore through her, the deep, pulsing convulsions going on and on, each one sweeter and deeper than the last, while Chris’s raw, wicked curses filled her head.
     
    “Fuck, there you go, baby.”
    “God, Soph, you’re coming on me so fucking hard.”
    “Wish you could see how hot this looks. I’m covered in your cum, Soph. It’s dripping down my fucking thighs.”
     
    The raw, sexual words echoed through her head, bringing a smile to her tingling lips when she could finally think again. She didn’t believe it was possible for him to say anything hotter — but he proved her wrong.
    Still fucking her like a freaking god, he growled, “I want to mark your beautiful little body with my cum, Soph. Want to see you covered in me. But only if you’re okay with it.”
    Oh...God . Heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst, Sophie shivered with a warm, renewed wave of pleasure, and whispered, “Yes.”
     

     
    With her soft, sweet response curling around his sweat-slick body, Chris shook his head, wondering what the hell he was doing. He was pushing for intimacies that he should be waiting longer for, damn it, but the need to mark her as his was just too strong. He couldn’t resist it. And if she woke up tomorrow thinking that they could go back to the way things were before, she was fucking out of her mind.
    Pushing back the panic that she might try to walk away from him when this incredible day was over, he gripped her hips, wrenching her cunt over his cock as he slammed forward. She squeezed him like a hot, oiled glove, milking him for his cum as he did it again...and again, his veins thick and distended, his blood pumping, the suction so goddamn perfect it was only making him harder...bigger.
    “Christ,” he growled, his hammering thrusts sending the bed thudding against the wall so hard he was surprised they hadn’t busted through it. “I’m close, Soph. So fucking close.”
    “Good,” she moaned, the husky sound of her voice going straight to his groin. “I want you