Free Sand Angel by MacKenzie McKade Page A

smoothed down her rib cage, abdomen, until he dipped a finger into her sex. “Man, baby, you’re wet. Thick, rich cream. Are you always this wet, or is this just for me?”
    “You, Drew. Only you.” She meant every word. It had always been just for him.
    “Mmm…” She felt his murmur against her back. “Lean forward. Rest your forearms on the seat of the quad.” When she bent, grasping the seat before dipping farther to place her forearms flat, he said, “Spread your legs. Wide.”
    It was one thing baring herself and being able to see what Drew was doing, but having him behind her brought the unknown into play. She couldn’t read his expressions, look into his eyes. The position felt more vulnerable—more exciting.
    “You really have a beautiful ass, baby.” A gentle touch caressed her globes and then vanished. The next sensation appeared at her ankles. Strong fingers wrapped around them, dragging her legs farther apart, splaying her wider. A slow caress up her inner legs followed. “Long, sexy legs.” His deep, throaty voice triggered a million goose bumps to scamper across her skin. Her nipples firmed into painful points.
    He was doing it again, stoking the flame inside her with just words. But this time his sinful touch moved up her thighs, closer to her center of heat.
    “Drew, please.” What was it about this man that stripped her of her strength, left her begging?
    “What, Zoë? What do you need?”
    “You.” The answer came out before she knew what she was saying. Dammit. She had to find some strength, something to hold on to. She felt like she was drowning. Helpless when it came to Drew.
    “Only me?”
    She braced herself. Swore she wouldn’t answer. But, yes, only him.
    A shriek of surprise met his hand landing playfully against her ass. The next swat was firmer, sending fire and a warm sensation straight for her pussy. It felt so good.
    “Only me?” he repeated, softly caressing the hot areas he had spanked. A few more slaps landed hard against her skin before he ran his fingernails across the offended areas, shooting pinpricks through her skin.
    “Only you,” Zoë screamed, gulping down a breath of air. “Now fuck me.” She didn’t have to ask again. In one swift move he parted her folds and drove deep inside her. “OhmyGod.” The three words came out as one in a gush of air.
    He was long and thick, stretching and filling her so completely. Fingertips burrowed into her hips as he held them immobile. She felt him tremble. His breathing was short, quick pants. He fucked her fast, hard and relentlessly. Flesh slapped flesh. The sound and the intensity with which their bodies came together made her wild. She threw back her head, her mouth parting on a cry.
    A tingle and building pressure that suddenly drew tight low in her belly made her breath catch. The feeling was so exquisite. Beyond anything she had imagined.
    “So slick. Wet. Friggin’ tight.” Drew’s voice was breathy. He pressed a palm to her abdomen. “Damn, woman, I can feel myself moving in you from the outside. You feel so good.” His pace quickened, hips slamming into hers, forcing his cock in and out with a heated frenzy. “Come for me, Zoë.” His palm smoothed down her belly, one finger touched her clit and she went off like a Roman candle.
    Her back arched. She screamed. The cry couldn’t be contained if she had wanted it to. One after another, currents of ecstasy raced through her body, awakening every nerve. Blood pumped wildly through the chambers of her heart. Spasms struck unmercifully, causing her to jerk in his arms as he continued to thrust, wringing every sensation from her body. One last push into her and he stilled. A grunt and a deep groan filled the air. She felt a tremor shake him. Again he gripped her hips tightly, as if he thought she might try to get away, while his cock jerked, pumping the last of his seed.
    With a small jolt he collapsed over her back. Her own legs felt like rubber. She