Free Redemption: Montana Wolves, Book Three (Montana Wolves series 3) by Chloe Cole Page A

off his hands and scrambled to her feet, reaching between them to do what she'd been dying to do since the second he'd taken his pants off.
    "Shit," he grunted, as she closed her fingers tightly around him and squeezed before working her hand upward in a firm stroke.
    He was so hard, so ready, and her body responded to the call, clenching and fluttering in anticipation of his thick length inside her.
    "Now," he bit out, shaking his head briskly, “it has to be now.” He tugged her hand away and used it to turn her around, facing away from him.
    She shivered at his words, and then again as he pressed her gently forward, dipping her breasts back into the steamy froth, the shock of the change in temperature adding another layer to the sensual onslaught.
    When his big hands palmed her ass, she leaned forward until her cheek touched the water, and braced herself on the edge of the pool with her hands. Anything to make his path inside her as quick as possible.
    He tucked one hand lower, teasing the crevice between her cheeks, drifting down until he reached her slick slit and then drove one thick finger inside.
    “Mmm, oh my god,” she groaned as the blood rushed to her head. Then he started to move, sliding in and out, then added a second until she cried out, slamming her hips backward in an effort to take him deeper still. Her legs shook as the need to come bore down on her like a coming train.
    A moment later he was gone and she cried out for the loss, but he was back in an instant.
    “Shh,” he murmured.
    She felt him then, the thick head of his cock probing between the petals of her center, sliding in, filling her, inch by inch. It was an almost painfully tight fit, but one that came with so much pleasure, she found herself murmuring incoherently just to keep sane for one moment more. She didn't want it to be over yet. She wanted it to go on and on, but her orgasm wouldn’t be denied. She’d been on the razor's edge for too long, and what she wanted and what she needed were two very different things.
    "Now, Billy, please, now," she cried.
    He pulled back and plowed forward again in one, long, firm stroke, not stopping until he was seated to the hilt. For a second, she was suspended there, mouth open, body locked in ecstasy. And then she exploded over his cock, twitching and squeezing and crying his name as stars burst behind her eyelids.
    He held her through it, flexing deeper with each tremor, murmuring words of praise as he worked every last shudder from her.
    When she was finally spent, he squeezed her ass in both hands and let out a groan. “So good.”
    She wanted to agree, but she still hadn’t caught her breath. And by the time she had? He stole it from her again with another deep thrust.
    The clawing need that had just been sated rose again with a speed that stunned her. Could she seriously come a second time?
    He pulled back and drove home again, his hands sliding up and around to cup her breasts as he pressed his chest to her back.
    Oh, she could definitely come again. It would be a first, and one she would have wanted with no one more than Billy. She hadn’t wanted it to be over, and it wasn’t. Already, she could feel the pull of it, shimmering in the distance. With every thrust.
    He dropped a sucking kiss to her nape and she shivered.
    “You sexy fucking woman, you.”
    His gruff praise sent her nerves into overdrive. The words had barely left his lips when his grip on her breasts tightened and he used the leverage to slide her further down on his cock. Then he was moving, and she was moving as he worked her over his swollen length. Every drag of his flesh against hers touching off another round of gasps.
    He tweaked her stiff nipples until she bucked against him. He was like a machine now, hips moving like pistons as he worked them both toward the finish line.
    “Oh, god!” The dam broke and her muscles strained as the orgasm crashed over her. A keening wail rose in her throat as he pounded into her,