Free Mr. Unlucky by BA Tortuga

demanding his orgasm.
    He was sucking air, panting, staring down at her like she was magic. It made her feel like a superhero. Heroine. Whatever.
    It made her feel erotic as hell.
    “Come here, honey.” He lifted her to her feet, then off her feet, kissing her hard.
    She groaned, her nipples achingly hard, rubbing against his chest. Her legs shook a little, her belly pulling in as she panted. She needed him.
    “Bed.” He walked her into his bedroom with the huge, king-sized bed, his fingers working her jeans open.
    Humming, she wrapped around him as he lowered them to the bed, lifting her hips against him.
    “My turn.” Damn, his hands were smart, pulling at her clothes, baring her skin. Yellow paint flecked his skin all the way to his elbows, and he poked at it, laughing when he rumbled. “Do we need to shower?”
    “We can, together. After.” Right now, if he didn’t get her off, Addie was going to beat him.
    “Oh, good. I need something else, first.” He rubbed against her, his body lean and hard and just what she needed.
    “Touch me, cowboy. I’m burning up.”
    “I love how you’re on fire for me.” His lips burned a trail down her neck, his fingers pushing between them to pluck at her nipples.
    She arched, the sparks of sensation lighting through her. When he did it again, she laughed, the feeling like she was just going to fly apart.
    “I can smell how good you need me.” Bodie’s words brushed her belly ring, made her gasp. He kissed just below her navel, his tongue tracing a line down around her tattoo, then down. God, he had a good mouth.
    He nibbled on her hip, left a sucking kiss on her inner thigh that had her spreading. Then he shifted to lick at her, his tongue pushing against her clit.
    Lightning shot up her spine, and she gasped, one leg drawing up as his fingers pressed inside her. She put a hand one hand on his head, tugging at his hair.
    “Let me taste, woman.” He growled the words, playful, teasing, then he started licking, working her clit, over and over, making her body light up. His tongue felt rough and hot, his whiskers rasping the insides of her thighs. The steady rubbing was like to drive her out of her mind, the circling too slow to send her over, too fast to ignore.
    The whole world narrowed down to Bodie and her pussy and the things he was doing to her. He was making her clench her legs, making her think of begging. His fingers slipped deeper inside her, pushing in a totally different rhythm than the swipe and slide of his tongue.
    All she could do was ride the sensation, let him make her fly. Her legs slid on his sheets, her butt rising and falling.
    “Bodie, cowboy, please…” Her toes curled, and she twisted, sobbed softly as the pressure inside her built.
    He licked, pushing his fingers deeper, and she thought he might just insist that she come that way, but she blinked, heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper, and he was on her, his mouth on hers, his cock sliding into her.
    “Please. Please, fuck.” She drove herself down, taking him hard and fast, slamming their bodies together.
    “That’s the idea, honey.” He chuckled, the sound breathless and happy.
    She would have teased, but she couldn’t. She needed. Now. So she tugged and grumbled when he went too slow and shouted her pleasure when she he got going like a house afire. He grabbed her legs, spread her, drove into her.
    It was stunning, taking her breath away. She was so wet it was almost embarrassing.
    One touch. She only needed one touch.
    He knew. Somehow he knew, and he changed his angle, his pelvis tilting so she got some pressure on her clit.
    Her head slammed back, and she swallowed hard, heels drumming on the mattress. Her body clenched, her pussy closing tight around him, then she tumbled over, the buzz in her nerves making her shudder, cry out.
    Bodie held her until she calmed, her heart slowing its frantic pace. Then he grunted, driving into her three, four, five more times before he came for