Free Sweet Recovery (Ex Ops Series Book 4) by Jessie Lane Page A

If she thought that was forward, my angel would probably turn red from head to toe when I whispered in her ear later how I wanted to fuck her in every hole so there was no place on her body that I hadn’t touched.
    I had made love to her the first time, needing her to see that this was more than physical for me. It was everything. It was slowly sliding myself into her physically and emotionally, hopefully tying her to me for the rest of our lives. Now, though … Now I felt the need to show her I owned her as much as she owned me. Completely.
    Sitting up from my reclining position, I moved both hands down to her luscious ass, grasping it tightly as I swung my legs and placed my feet on the floor.
    After I made sure I had my angel safely attached to me, I stood, eliciting another gasp from her at the movement. She clutched my back as if she were afraid I might drop her, but I didn’t complain, because the sting of her nails felt too damn good.
    My hard cock was sliding up and down the lips of her sex with every step I took, making me want nothing more than to slide into her, but I was on a mission and couldn’t stop now.
    Walking across the small room, I didn’t stop until I was standing in front of the long dresser that sat next to the closet with sliding doors covered in mirrors. I placed her on the dresser then nipped her bottom lip with my teeth. She hissed at the slight pain, but then attacked my mouth, feeding me her sweetness. She was about to feed me a whole lot more; she just didn’t know it.
    After sliding her off the dresser until her feet touched the floor, I finally pulled my mouth off hers. “Think I need to show you how it would look if the proof of my love was wrapped around your neck while I fucked you, baby.”
    She looked bewildered, but I didn’t give her time to ask me any questions.
    Grabbing her shoulder, I turned her around until she faced the mirror with me standing behind her. With her reflection and backside in front of me, I could see every delicious inch of her.
    Taking hold of her hands, I positioned them on the glass, hands above her head, shoulder-width apart. Sliding my hands down to her hips, I then pushed her legs apart with my foot so she was spread out in front of me, vulnerable. If only she knew I was just as vulnerable to her emotionally as she was to me physically right now, she might understand how much I loved her.
    Dropping my chin to her shoulder, I stared at her through the mirror, loving her wide, uncertain eyes as I moved my hands across her skin, stroking down her belly to her thighs then reaching up to cup both of her breasts.
    Her mouth dropped open on an exhale as her ass popped out and rubbed against my dick. I tweaked her nipples with my fingers and thumbs, loving the way she bucked against me and moaned.
    Then I moved my hands to where they really wanted to be. One wrapped around the front of her throat where my necklace should be while the other smoothed down her waist so I could slip two fingers inside of her.
    Her warm walls tightened around me, welcoming me into their depths. I couldn’t resist the urge to move them in and out of her, deliberately unhurried so she would feel every slow glide.
    Ginny arched up on her toes as I scissored my fingers inside of her while rubbing her clit with my thumb. When I felt my fingers completely coated in her cream, I pulled them out and brought them to my lips from the front of her so she could see my every move and placed them in my mouth, licking and sucking them clean.
    My angel pulled in a lungful of air at the sight and said one of the sweetest sounding words I had ever heard. “Please.”
    I liked her begging for my touch, but what I liked more was the feel of her around me, so I slipped my fingers back into her and started rocking them in and out of her core.
    Her slick heat started to pulse around me, and I knew it wouldn’t take long before she orgasmed. This time, I wanted her to do it with me inside of her,