Free Bases Loaded (Mustangs Baseball) by Roz Lee Page B

was there,
pushing into her, stretching her, filling her. The angle allowed her to watch
his cock disappear inside her, one thick, pulsing inch at a time. She forgot to
breathe until he gave one final push and seated himself fully.
    She arched her
neck and drew in a deep breath. He lowered her ass to the floor, bracing above
her, his forearms on either side of her head. His heat enveloped her and his
weight anchored her to the solid reality of his presence. His gaze met hers,
and her heart lodged in her throat. Fingers combed through her hair, fanning it
out around her in a move so tender it almost broke her heart.
    “God, babe.
I…you…ah, shit! I’ve got to move.” His voice was tight, revealing the energy he
expended to take it slow.
    She didn’t want
slow. She wanted hard and fast, and wild. She wanted him. But she
couldn’t say that, wouldn’t wish this experience away so quickly. But if he
didn’t move soon, she would die.
    “Do it, Antonio.
Oh, God, do it.”
    Sex had never been
like this. Ever. The man had super human control. He flexed his hips, eased out
of her as if it was the last thing he wanted to do. Then he plunged back in,
hard, the way she craved. She shifted her gaze to the ugly underside of her desk,
counted fossilized wads of gum in an effort to keep from coming. It was too
soon. Once he had his fat girl fuck, it would be all over, so she darned sure
wasn’t going to come after only a few strokes.
    “I don’t know how
much longer I can hold out, babe.”
    Disappointment
seared like a firebrand in her chest. She wanted to beg him to make it last,
but one look at his face, and she couldn’t stop her own release. Pinpricks of
heat radiated out from her womb all the way to her toes and fingertips. Her
body tensed then the rocket ship she’d been on since he stepped into her office
exploded off the launch pad, taking her into an alternate universe full of
streaking stars and exploding planets.
    Antonio trapped
her cries, swallowing them with a kiss that demanded she surrender everything.
As if she had a choice.
    She drifted back
to earth in a haze. Tiny aftershocks rocked her pussy, reminding her of his
solid presence still inside her.
    “You slay me.” He
buried his face in the crook of her neck and, propped on his forearms, thrust
hard into her.
    This was the power
she craved, had sensed he’d reined in, but with her, like this, he let go of
the reins. It felt wonderful, primitive, exciting. Each stroke caused her ass
to scoot on the carpet until her head bumped the caster on her desk chair.
    He hissed through
clenched teeth then cursed. “Ah, sweet, Jesus!”
    He ground into her
in short, hard thrusts, his cock pulsing with life. Clare dug her fingers into
his ass cheeks and held on. If she could make him stay inside her even a few
more seconds….
    He collapsed on
top of her, sucking in gulps of air. She didn’t even care every breath he took
smashed her body between his and the floor. So what if she had a few broken
ribs? It was a small price to pay.
     
    Holy shit. He was in trouble.
    Tony tried to roll
to his right, but there was no room between Clare and the desk. Taking care to
bring her with him, he rolled to the other side. His back came to a stop up
against the cold metal of a filing cabinet. His dick throbbed, still inside her.
    After an orgasm
that felt like his guts had been ripped out, he shouldn’t be thinking about
doing it again, but he was. He felt like a fucking superman. His heart raced
like he’d downed a five-hour energy drink, and instead of getting soft, he was
rising to the occasion—again.
    He held her close,
loving the feel of her skin against his. A man could get high on her natural
scent mingled with the heady musk of sex. He glanced at the goddess lying on
the floor next to him and silently cursed himself for an idiot.
    He hadn’t even
bothered to take her clothes off. He was a world-class shit, coming into her
office and taking her to the floor without so