Free Walk On The Wild Side by Jami Alden

that asshole was.
    “I want to talk about you fucking me,” he said gruffly and ground his hips against the softness of her thigh. Felt a jolt of heat at the way her eyes widened and her breath caught.
    “You’re already—”
    “That’s right, I’m already hard again,” he said. He grabbed her hand and pulled it between them. His breath hissed between his lips at the feel of her slim fingers wrapping tightly around him. “You make me so hot I’m like a goddamn teenager.” Rock hard and ready to go as if he hadn’t just had the best orgasm of his life mere minutes ago.
    She stroked him, slowly at first, like she was getting used to the feel of him. He held himself still, resisting the need to wrap his fist around hers and urge her to pump him faster, harder. Letting her explore.
    He did some exploring of his own, his hands cupping her glorious tits, his fingers pinching and plucking at her nipples. He couldn’t decide what was hotter: the sight of her pale, feminine hand wrapped around his cock or the sight of his big, tan hands against her smooth, pale skin.
    All he knew was he was about to come from a hand job for the first time since he was a teenager, before the novelty of having a real live girl jerk him off had faded.
    Her thumb circled around the head, slicking him with the bead of pre-come that had formed. He said her name on a shaky groan as every muscle in his body tightened with need. He reached down and gently tugged her hand away. “You need to stop that now or I’m going to come again.”
    He rolled to his back and pulled her on top of him with her knees spread on either side of him. Her breasts hung in his face and he licked a nipple into his mouth and sucked her hard, groaning at the way she shifted and moaned, her thighs tightening around his flanks.
    He gripped her hips and shifted her so his cock nestled against her cleft. He groaned as she rocked her hips, surrounding him in her slick heat until he felt like the top of his head was going to blow off.
    “So fucking hot,” he murmured against the curve of her breast, knowing he should stop before it was too late, but unable to resist the feel of her with no barrier in between them.
    He felt a familiar tingle at the base of his spine, the muscles of his thighs pulling tight. He reached one fumbling hand out toward the bedside table, pawing around until his hand closed over the condom he’d placed there.
    His other hand reached down and wrapped tight around the base of his cock, fending off his orgasm as he ripped open the foil packet with his teeth.
    He relied on muscle memory to get the condom in place. He took Molly’s hand and guided it between them. “Put me in.”
    She rose on her knees to obey. Sweat beaded on his forehead at the feel of her, so hot and tight. And then, Christ, the sight of his cock sliding into her as she sank down, taking all of him.
    She started to raise her hips but he stilled her. “Don’t. Don’t move yet.” He wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her mouth down to his.
    The feel of her tongue against his, her tight sex pulsing and squeezing around him…the orgasm he’d managed to hold off was roaring back to life.
    And then, when she began to rock her hips, her muscles rippling around him as though trying to pull him deeper…
    He reached his hand between them and found her clit with his thumb. Circling, rubbing, he felt a surge of satisfaction as she moaned against his mouth, her movements becoming more frantic.
    He wasn’t going to last much longer, and no way in hell he wasn’t taking her with him.
    “Oh, God, Brady,” she panted, spreading her legs wide to take him even deeper. Then she let out a choked cry and stiffened against at the precise moment his own orgasm hit him in a flash of blinding white heat.
    His hips rocked up off the bed, his fingers digging into the soft curves of her ass as he ground himself against her.
    Her muscles tightened around him, milking him until he was wrung