Free Insatiable Craving: 2 (Insatiable Nights) by Rosalie Stanton

“Please…”
    “Please what?”
    “Razor…” The need in her voice was foreign, as were the sparks firing through her bones. Her legs shook and though the thought crossed her mind the death grip on his hair might hurt, she couldn’t bring herself to release him. She felt so liberated, so completely not herself.
    “I love the way you say my name,” he said, then ran his tongue down her slit. Then he was lapping at her, drinking her down, tasting her with long licks and swipes and murmuring his contentment as he consumed her whole.
    Hot white sparks ignited through her body. Ginny whimpered and lowered a hand between her legs, her clit aching for attention. If he wasn’t going to—
    A warm hand snatched her wrist. Razor clucked his tongue and shook his head. “Nuh uh,” he murmured. “Don’t think so.”
    “I need—”
    “I know what you need.” He repositioned her leg on his shoulder and drew closer. “And I’m gonna give it to you.”
    His head descended again, his lips clamping hot around her clit, and he sucked hard. And that was it. The pressure mounting stretched through her insides and opened the floodgates. Ginny threw her head back and sobbed, her heels digging into his back, her body seemingly flying off the cushions as her cells detonated and shards of pure rapture sent her to the heavens. She felt him pulling on her arms but didn’t open her eyes, not even when she felt his naked dick slip along her inner thigh before finding her aching cunt. Not even as her hot flesh parted and welcomed him, her pussy walls clamping around him.
    Ginny forced her eyes open. She was on the floor—in his lap—her legs linked around his waist and his cock buried deep inside her. Razor stole her lips in a kiss, his hands dropping to her ass and coaxing her up just far enough that she could enjoy the feel of his skin against hers as she descended again.
    “You’re amazing,” Razor whispered, a moan tearing from his lips.
    Every nerve tingled. Her skin felt so damn warm she was surprised it didn’t melt off her body. Ginny planted her face in the crook of his neck and stifled a whimper. Her hips began moving of their own volition. She needed more. Her blood was on fire and she tingled all over from awareness, her pussy so wet she would have been embarrassed if she didn’t need him so much, and every sensual slide sent her deeper into oblivion. She had never felt so whole in her life—so completely connected to anyone or anything, and she didn’t know how to handle it.
    It was too much and not enough at the same time. His hot, ragged breaths in her hair, his hands coaxing her, guiding her up and down on his shaft, the hard smacks of their bodies rocking together. She couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t…
    She couldn’t recall a time when sex had been pleasurable. Though she was reasonably sure she’d had fun before, her few pre-Travis exploits had been tarnished in her memories. That whole period in her life was grouped under the heading of mistake . She’d never imagined finding herself in another man’s arms, let alone someone like Razor. How was it he knew her like no one else when he didn’t know her at all? When he couldn’t know what this meant for her—when he couldn’t conceive how much of herself she’d given him?
    Ginny didn’t have the answers, so she just kept rocking. Welcoming his thrusts, wanting it hard and tender at the same time. She wanted him to fuck her so thoroughly she forgot her name, but not so much that he did. She wanted her bones rattling and her ears ringing, but she wanted his arms around her when she fell back to Earth.
    She wanted more of this—of his cock driving into her again and again. Of her pussy hugging him, his lips peppering sweet kisses along her sweat-drenched skin. She wanted to crawl up inside him and never leave, and the thought—the acknowledgment—had her terrified.
    How had she given him so much of herself without realizing it? How had she let it