Free Hurting To Feel (Carpool Dolls) by Abby Wood

unbuckled his belt. "I've got a
clean record and haven't been with anyone, but you, since I was tested last
month."
    She
shook her head. "I take shots, and I've never had unprotected sex."
    "Good."
He locked his gaze on her, while he undid his zipper. "I like knowing
there's nothing between us."
    His
engorged cock stood ready and waiting. Her knees fell open and he braced
himself on his arms. She arched against him. With more patience than she had,
he teased her opening and slowly sank into her. A sigh of relief came out of
her mouth, and her pussy convulsed around him, taking his size.
    "Brace
yourself on my arms." He held himself deep inside of her. "Eyes on
me. Do not take them off me."
    She
followed his directions, wrapping her legs around his hips, her arms hooked
around his forearms. Then he proceeded to stroke her from the inside in almost unbearable
torture, drawing out every feeling of emptiness into something so special tears
filled her eyes. Not once did he retreat from her body, but built her up until
she gasped, the air stolen from her lungs.
    Connected
and taken care of, she moved her hips in time. All her nerves extra sensitive,
her pussy convulsed, and she strained for release. Nate dropped to his elbows,
and kissed her neck. "Hold on."
    He
thrust. She held on. His body grazed her clit every time he pounded into her.
    Pleasure
swirled in her womb, climbing, reaching for the euphoria she knew waited at the
end. Her mouth opened. The scream burst from her chest. Her thighs clamped down
on his hips. Her body seized in an explosion of sensations.
    Nate
grunted, thrusting again and again, moving her across the bed until her head
hung over the side and only when she had no more room, he groaned his release
on one last push.
    He
wrapped his arms around her, rolled her to the middle of the bed, and cradled
her to his body. She nestled against his chest, secure and fulfilled. She
closed her eyes, thankful for the state of her body. Relaxed and spent, she
could no longer dwell on what Nate—she inhaled deeply—spoke to her about.
    There
was no denying he connected to her on a level she was unable to comprehend.
Moments ago, he'd known exactly what she needed. He'd forced her to accept him,
and though she was expecting him to show her how rough he enjoyed sex, he took
his time. As if she needed his body part inside her to climax.
    That
wasn't necessary. She'd gone months, years, without a man in her life. She'd
perfected the art of bringing herself relief to a few short minutes every night
to put her to sleep. What Nate brought her was something she failed to
recognize. Something about him filled a hollowness inside of her she didn't know
existed until he pointed it out, tempted her, and left her addicted.
    "You're
a drug," she whispered.
    He
stiffened. She pulled her head back and looked up at him. "What?"
    His
eyes flicked from left to right and back again, studying her gaze. She sighed
deeply.
    "I
could seriously become addicted to you." She bent her elbow and propped
her head on her hand. "I can't seem to say no or stop myself around you.
Then when we're having sex, it's like you read my mind, and know exactly what I
want. It's crazy."
    He
stared at her, until she grew self-conscious and shifted away from him. Had she
said something wrong?
    "That's
a compliment, if you can't tell." She peeked over her shoulder.
    Still,
he laid there looking at her, not saying a word in reply. She pushed herself off
the bed. "Can you point me to the little girl's room?"
    So
not to panic, she searched for her panties Nate pulled off her earlier and
found them at the foot of the bed. Instead of putting them on, she bunched the
material in her hand.
    Nate
clasped his hands behind his head and watched her. She hesitated. He wasn't
mad. Usually the skin at the corner of his eyes crinkled when his temper
flared. No, he simply studied her, which left her confused. The feeling wasn't
good after coming down from having fantastic sex minutes