Free All In by Kate Willoughby Page B

erratic. She began to ride him harder, shifting her hips more quickly, demanding more, taking it. But it didn’t seem to be enough. Covering his hands with her own, she opened her eyes and looked down at him.
    “God, Tucker,” she said in a strangely intense tone, “I want it so much. Please, please give it to me.”
    She spoke with such longing that he wasn’t exactly sure she was talking about sex, but everything in him damn well wanted to give it to her. He levered up so they were eye to eye and he could enfold her in his arms. With her breasts pressed against his chest, his cock embedded deep inside her, he kissed her.
    “Okay, baby, okay,” he said. “Whatever you need. I promise.”
    With one arm around her waist, he leaned forward until she was on her back, her head at the foot of the bed.
    A frown creased her forehead and she closed her eyes to him again. Anxious and restless, he braced himself with both hands and started pumping. He was on a mission now. Fuck the hell out of her. Fuck her hard and fast. Give her a mind-blowing climax, because damned if he was going to see that pleading look in her eye again.
    With a desperate determination, he drove into her over and over. Their bodies slapped together in a fierce tempo and Mariah clutched his shoulders and met him thrust for thrust. It wasn’t long before he was sweating with the effort to keep pounding her while withholding his own orgasm. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep the pace without losing it.
    “Come on, Mariah,” he said between breaths. “Come for me, baby.”
    “Don’t stop, Tucker, don’t—”
    She dug her fingernails into his arms and he thrust even harder.
    “God, I—right there, Tucker! There, there—”
    And she came. Thank God. Calling out, she arched off the bed, squeezing his cock with her tight, wet pussy. Almost crying with relief, he gave in too. His orgasm hit him so hard, he felt delirious, like his circuits had overloaded and he was in danger of blacking out. But he didn’t. He felt each and every powerful blast, sharing Mariah’s pleasure, realizing it magnified his own in a way he’d never experienced before.
    Slick with perspiration and gasping for breath, he rested some of his weight on her. She lay beneath him, her eyes still closed, her face turned to the side. Even though he was still deeply embedded inside her, he couldn’t help but feel she had closed him out somehow, and damned if that didn’t bother him.

Chapter Ten
     
    The next afternoon while Rhonda was getting her hair done, Tony met Tucker for lunch at the Asian place inside the Venetian casino. They each ordered their food, and then Tony, being Tony, cut to the chase.
    “So the cake lady, Mariah, she’s pretty special. You serious about her?”
    Tucker pulled his chopsticks apart and examined them for wayward splinters. “It might sound crazy, but yeah, I think maybe I am,” he admitted, somewhat relieved to be able to discuss the situation with his friend. “She’s funny and sexy…smart and a hell of a businesswoman. In fact, you and Rhonda need to go see her store before you go home. It’s a high-class place, really impressive. And her chocolate kicks ass. Honestly.”
    “Rhonda loves chocolate.”
    “And wait until you see the cake. I helped make it.”
    “You’re kidding me,” Tony said with a laugh. “Mom’d be proud.”
    Tucker nodded. When Claudia inevitably found out about his part in creating the cake, he knew she’d exclaim over his piping skills. As reserved as his own mother was, Claudia was the opposite, happily demonstrative and generous with her praise and approval.
    “So,” Tony said as the waiter delivered their potstickers, “assuming she’s good in the sack, Mariah sounds like the perfect woman.”
    Tucker speared Tony with a look.
    “Hey, I know. Off limits.” Tony popped a potsticker in his mouth. “But you have to admit,” he said around his food, “it’s important.”
    “Yeah, I agree